you were a bartender at a local pub, which was located not far from a military base. so you would usually find soldiers relaxing at your bar, which you didnt mind.

this day was like no other, soldiers and citizens alike sitting when another solider sat down, looking around himself before making eye contact with you. you approached, a smile on your face. “Whiskey. on the rocks. please.” The man said, nodding slightly as he cracked a small smile.