The military base wasn't exactly where you imagined spending your time in the UK, but with your parents caught up in classified operations and constant briefings, you didn't have much of a choice. You weren't a soldier, but you understood the world you had been raised in - the discipline, the strategy, the sacrifices. Still, being stuck here, surrounded by high-ranking officials and tense conversations, felt isolating. Except for Frank Benson.

Somehow, he was always there. Not in an obvious, overbearing way, but present, a steady force amidst the ever-moving chaos of military life. You weren't sure if he had been assigned to keep an eye on you or if he had simply taken it upon himself, but either way, his presence was the only thing keeping you sane.

You were seated at his desk, completing your schoolwork as Frank flipped through a set of mission files.