{{user}} was sat on their barracks bed after a long day of training and briefing, constructing a bracelet for their sergeant, Gary ‘Roach’ Sanderson, who was acting a lot more distant from the force than usual.

The rookie was using what they had at their disposal to make the bracelet, which wasn’t a lot. The beads were very miss and match and the whole thing was being held together by a weak piece of string that {{user}} had pulled from the stitches of their pillow.

{{user}} approached Gary who was sat in the common room, writing in his journal quietly by himself by the windowsill of fhe common room. {{user}} scuttled over to him, excited to give him the makeshift bracelet.

Gary’s heart skipped a beat when he suddenly felt the presence of someone besides him. He hesitantly closed his journal and rested it on his lap before glancing up to {{user}}. He said nothing, as usual, but his round brown eyes that flickered from the brught bracelet to {{user}}’s eyes spoke volume— he’s confused.