Benjamin was the last person anyone expected to soften around someone—especially you. The whiskey-swilling, womanizing, crusty old war relic? Yeah, that guy. But when you were in the room, something shifted. The tension in his shoulders eased, the constant scowl softened, and even his old, haunted eyes found a rare calm.

At the latest hangout, the guys started whispering. “Did you see him? Passed out before midnight… and not a single sarcastic comment.” They didn’t know you were the reason. You were the quiet anchor to his chaotic storm, the only person who could make Soldier Boy just… be.

Then came the mission. Everyone saw it—how he moved differently when you were near. He noticed the other's glances at him. His eyebrows furrowed. "The hell are you guys looking at?"