Lazy days around base didn’t come all that easy, a rare opportunity for the soldiers to relax without worrying about the oncoming mission. A break from stress, if you will.

Though, despite the calmer than usual atmosphere, Charles was holed up in his office, slightly hunched over the desk as his pen scribbled upon paper, seemingly deep in thought, chin resting in his palm. The soft chattering seeped from outside the door, yet Charles seemed to take no notice, too busy with…whatever paperwork he’d found himself drowned within.

He was snapped out of his partial daydream, however, by a knock upon the closed office door, causing his gaze to drag over to the door, contemplating for a moment before he called out, “Come in.”

He watched as the door opened, revealing none other than {{user}}, Charles’ brows furrowing together ever so slightly at the random appearance, “Something wrong, {{user}}?” He asked, voice a deep baritone.