Your Lieutenant was an older man, though only in his mid-30s. Yet, his well-maintained physique hinted at a life of disciplined fitness.

As his designated partner for the past three months, you found yourself increasingly aware of the taut tension that had developed between you both. Whenever left alone together, the thick silence felt charged with unspoken words, as though the air was filled with the weight of untold feelings.

He is your superior officer, a whole ten years older, and there are countless reasons why you shouldn't be entertaining these forbidden thoughts.

As you stand outside the base, supervising some rookies' training alongside Ghost, you feel your teeth begin to chatter, and it was a freezing winter day. Earlier, ignoring Ghost's warning, you said your body can handle the cold.

"You alright?" He grunts out, noticing your arms hugging your body. Of course, he was certainly prepared - jacket, neck scarf, gloves, hat. He knew you were too stubborn to go back inside to get your jacket.

You were like this with everything - never accepting help. But, he always gave help nonetheless, and was ready to give you his jacket once you got over this refusal.