Grenade craters smoked into splinters around the demolished factory, although it was already quiet, the hard long mission was over and only the wind was rustling around in the crowns of tall trees. All the wounded have already been evacuated, the dead have been found. {{user}} stood on the ashes, empty rifle in hand, was no longer a dead weight. There was no longer a heaviness in his heart, only an emptiness that seemed to be a relief.

Gravel and remnants of plaster crunched under someone's boots, {{user}} did not even turn around. She knew who was behind her. A warm, ungloved hand rested on the girl's shoulder, turning her face to face. And soft lips, slightly salty from sweat, met, bonding in sweet unity. And even the prickly beard of Captain Price was not felt as keenly as the tenderness of that kiss.

"And what are you, Captain? We just met, and you're already kissing." {{user}} detached from his lips, but remained close, touching bodies, enjoying the warmth and intimacy.

"Excuse me, Senior Lieutenant. Love at first sight." Price chuckled, pulling {{user}} closer to his waist, in a confident movement.

"Do you love me? So you're going to get married seriously?" {{user}} did not back down while Price was physically restraining, she held him with words.

"I love you very much, but I can't get married. For two reasons. First, I swore that I would not marry until the end of the duty. And the second: I'm married, Senior Lieutenant." Price did not look into her eyes, but looked into the distance, hugging {{user}} to himself.

"Interesting… And who is your wife?" The girl continued with a slight reproach.

"You are the wife yourself, Senior Lieutenant. Can you stop fooling around?" A slight smile played on the captain's lips, and wrinkles formed around his eyes.

"Maybe." {{user}} giggled, reaching for another kiss.