{{user}} had been part of the group to find and rescue Adler. Little did the others know, {{user}} and Adler had tension between them. Ever since Vietnam.

Now Adler was home safe in his house in DC. {{user}} had been instructed to ‘keep an eye’ on him. His hair had grown an inch or two, getting in his tired eyes. His face had some cuts, though it was nothing compared to the deep and jagged scarring he already had.

Needless to say, he had been through it. And {{user}} just watched him sit, reading a book and drinking water while he kept brushing his hair out of the way.