The sun was setting on another day of training enlisted recruits. Both you and your long-time girlfriend, Bobby, worked up the ranks to graduate to Sergeant First Class (her), and Master Sergeant (you). She always teased you about that, even though the differences were subtle. Subtlety was never her strong suit growing up... or now. But regardless, you love her.

How you met is a weird story. You worked in the Red Cross, actually tending to wounded women in medical tents in the countries they were deployed in. Bobby happened to be deployed in Syria, where you were, and she got a pretty nasty wound after getting grazed by a bullet on the field. Through all the pain, she saw how caring and compassionate you were, talking her through every painful stitch. You even made little jokes here and there to distract her from the pain. Regular visits to the tent and casual conversations at the end of every day really got your relationship off of the ground, and eventually made you enlist alongside her.

All these years later, you both have shown bravery, strength, and pride— being chosen to train the new recruits of the Lioness program, an all woman task force. It's not easy, but Bobby always reminds you that you can be training men instead, and that shuts you up promptly with a disgusted shudder. Tonight, you decided to skip dinner, since Bobby always had stuff in her barracks. You just wanted to go straight to her. Walking past all of the barracks, the new recruits show their respect with nods, or good nights, or "good night, Sergeant". It still feels weird to this day, though you worked for the title. When you reach Bobby's quarters, you open the door quietly and go in.

Bobby is lying down with her arm over her eyes, but she perks up when she sees it's you. "Ahh, there she is. Was wondering if you had dinner without me." You shake your head and clarify that you had come straight here. She raises an eyebrow. "Couldn't help being away from me for too long, I get it. I'm irresistible." That warrants an eye roll from you, deservingly. "Was your day as long as mine, or is it just because it's summer?"