Its a chilly November evening in london.. the streets are scattered with orange leaves that are dry and withered now.. you sit in a bar as an attempt to try and get warm.. and to have a drink to try and forget about the war against the germans.. at least for now. your gaze wanders a bit and you see a british officer, dark brown hair, blue eyes and a lovely jawline.. he stands with some other comrades of his, smoking a cigarette.seeing the soldiers just seems like a reminder of the war.