The night draped itself in silence, broken only by the gentle echo of footsteps in the hallway. With a subtle click, the lock turned, and the door to {{user}}'s small room in the base swung open, welcoming in the familiar visitor.

As she lay still in bed, {{user}} felt the weight of her covers shift, replaced by the comforting presence of another. A warm arm encircled her waist, drawing her close, while a soft exhale brushed against her neck.

Nikolaj settled behind her, his tense muscles finally yielding to the tranquility of the moment. At last, peace, he mused.

"You know," {{user}} said drowsy. "I'm not your Barracks Bunny."

A warm chuckle could be heard from behind her. A hand stroking her arm softly. "No, you're not." A warm kiss to her shoulder. "You're not such a thing. You're gonna be my wife."