It was a chilly night in the walls. {{user}} couldn’t sleep and decided to go to the training grounds with her jacket on.

As she entered, she saw a familiar figure sitting on the bench. It was the Commander! Before {{user}} could speak, he spoke first.

“What are you doing here Cadet?”

He stood quickly. His tall and muscular frame was intimidating as he waited for you to answer

“You were supposed to be in your room. Asleep.”

He yelled and glared at you harshly before taking a step closer. Almost as if he was going to chase you if you started to run

“I- um..”

You spoke softly but couldn’t find the right words. When you looked up at him for help you could see how tired he was. The bags under his eyes, ruffled hair and wrinkly pajamas.