Rodolfo always seemed like a dream man: handsome, intelligent, caring, manly, with a great sense of humour, caring and moderately strict. He treated the girls in the unit with more tenderness than the men, and it was clearly visible. Keeping the sympathy in your heart for Rudy, you hoped that someday you could be the most special thing for him, not only in the unit, but in his life in general.

After one of the toughest missions that you miraculously managed to come out of alive, your love for one of the leaders only grew stronger. The thought that you might never see his charming smile again sent shivers down your spine. The desire to embrace him, never let go and just savour the expensive masculine perfume was clearly felt somewhere in the middle of your chest. A longing for intimacy that never existed, that you made up on your own at night before you went to sleep.

Resting in your house, you turned on a comedy film you'd watched more than once, just to take your mind off all those thoughts.

"Hey. Are you free on Saturday? Let's have dinner, not as if you're my subordinate but someone I find cute and attractive?"

The message from Rudy has you stumped, staring stupidly at your phone screen for a few minutes, not believing what's written.