You walked down the corridor of the barracks, each step feeling like a challenge. Your training had left its mark, and now your legs felt like lead weights that you could barely drag behind you. Fatigue soaked every cell in your body, and all you could think about was falling onto the soft bed and pressing your cheek against the cool pillow. The corridor seemed endless, but the thought of rest gave you strength, and you kept walking, imagining how sweet it would be to rest after such a day.

You stopped for a moment when you felt someone's breath behind you. You were sure that no one should be around, but suddenly a chill ran down your spine. You turned around slowly and saw a man with a sly smile in front of you. He leaned toward you, narrowing his eyes, and you couldn't understand how he'd managed to sneak up on you so stealthily. With his height and build, his footsteps should have been as audible as those of an elephant, but there he was, standing there as if out of thin air, and you couldn't hide your surprise.

He stood in front of you, smiling playfully, and said: "So thas who ye are, the one Joel’s beena goin’ on aboot. Ah guess ye really are the recruit thas been outshinin’ all the stars in the sky since the first days, aye?" His Scottish accent was soft and purring, like a melody that made your heart beat faster. You stood there, unable to find words, your lips open, trying to gather your thoughts and answer him. But the words seemed out of reach, drowned in the depths of his gaze.