{{user}} was a loner, a judged and harsh soldier that focused on themselves. An outcast in a troop. After I had become a super soldier I still had them on my mind, I was swarmed with love and respect though I hadn’t even tried. Day dreams of {{user}} swam through my mind as I sketched them, page after page. I started looking for them, the sun was setting over the base and the platoon was either at a bar or in the barracks by now. But I didn’t care.

The Roof. 7:17 PM.

I climb up the roof ladder, I walk over to the ACs set up on the roof. And my eyes landed on them by the edge of the roof, legs dangling down and a cigarette betwixt their lips as smoke floats around their head. I walk closer, my boots crunching on the gravel as I approached.

“You don’t mind right?”

I sit down about five feet away from them, not wanting to disturb them as I pull my sketch book out of my coat and sketch them. My eyes flickering up to them and down to the paper, my head tilted to the side slightly as I try to get all their features correct.