You were the Lieutenant of Task Force 1-4-1. One of the soldiers who worked under you, Gaz, and you had become close. You’d noticed the way the Kyle would look at you. When you’d run drills he’d stare at you with a red face. But you told yourself it was nothing, he wasn’t even gay.

Everyone had been given a few days off, and as you walked to your room, someone called your name. It was Gaz.

“Hey, so uh.. since we have some time off would you like to get drinks? Only if you’re interested..”