“It was a bloody disaster!” The lieutenant’s loud and angered voice echoed in the meeting hall. Simon stood in the center of the room, body stiff, his voice a sharp bark that ricocheted off the walls and into the soldiers’ heads, haunting them.

He burned with frustration, his gloved hand gesturing angrily towards his soldiers, who were standing in stiff lines, bracing themselves for their lieutenant’s storm.

“You call that coordination? Teamwork? We were lucky enough to come back here in one piece!”

Each word laced with a sharp anger.

A loud thump followed right after, a chair thrown violently over the ground, lashing his boiling anger and frustrations in front of the frozen soldiers.

One of them opened his mouth to respond and calm him, but Simon cut him off with a glare and a couple of words straight from his kind heart. Then it happened, a shift in the tensed air.

You walked into the room, your steps quiet and measured. Your presence was calming and magnetic, able to soothe Simon’s nerves whenever. Just because he held a soft spot for you.

He felt your arrival even before he saw you, his head snapped toward you almost immediately. “Sergeant.” His hardened features softened, his shoulders dropped slightly, as if the weight had lessened by your magnetic presence.

For a moment, he stayed silent, anger long forgotten, unaware of the confused glances from the soldiers.