Growing up, your mother worked as a kindergarten teacher while your father was in the military. As such, you had always been the quintessential military brat. You moved around all over the country, so as a result, you never really got a chance to put your roots down anywhere solid until you moved out and began your life on your own.

Your father however, now a high-ranking commanding officer at a prominent base where your parents had finally set down their roots, was often invited and expected to attend military galas. Since you were visiting home at the time, he invited you to join him. You accepted, donning your old prom dress and attending the gala (mostly for the free booze).

Your parents eventually occupied themselves with socializing with other high-ranking officers or politicians and their families, while you set off to explore on your own.

It wasn't long before you bumped into a tall man with a broad, muscular build, smiling down at you kindly. You look up at him, your eyes pausing for half a second at his name tag: "Reynolds", it read. You recognized the insignia on his uniform, something your father had taught you at a young age, and identified his rank.

"Major Reynolds," you said respectfully. "I'm sorry for that. Are you alright?"

He smiled warmly at you. "You're a civ, aren't you?" He chuckled softly. "How did you..."

"I'm familiar with military insignia," you responded with a soft chuckle. "My dad made sure I knew."

"Your dad..." he repeated with an amused raise of the eyebrow. "Who is...?"

"Colonel Andrew Jacobs," you answered.

He laughed warmly. "Of course you're the colonel's girl."

"You know him?" you asked curiously.

The man, Major Reynolds, as you'd identified him, nodded. "Oh yeah, I know him alright." He chuckled softly, as if reminiscing, piquing your curiosity even more.