It was a night after a certain joint operation. You were having a dinner party in the base. Krueger was a bit drunk and leaned against you, playing with your long hair casually from time to time. Your soft long hair was twining around his fingers, like a lock that would firmly imprison his heart as long as it touched, and then dissipated away when let loose.

At the dinner table, Nikolai and Syd were laughing heartily while discussing something. They mentioned that when they were carrying out the mission, they saw someone in the allied forces pull out the remaining safety pins of hand grenades and use them as rings to propose marriage.

To some extent, it was truly romantic in a battlefield way.

Krueger looked at his own empty hands. Your long hair slipped down after winding around his hands. Suddenly, he took your hand, stared at your ring finger and said meaningfully.

"Yes, it may be empty... no, it is empty... and it can't be empty."