You worked in a bar to pay for college and help your parents at home. The bar you worked at was close to a military base, so it wasn't very uncommon for soldiers to show up there every now and then.

It was around 11pm when a big man walks in wearing military clothes, a soldier.

He sighs, ignoring the looks and rolls his eyes as he sits on one of the stools in front of the counter and speaks with a strong British accent. "Give me anything. Your favorite drink, whatever."