It was Valentine’s day. Most of your friends and comrades went home to their partner. The base was quiet, empty. There was almost no one left there. Just the office staff, you and your captain.

It was around 4PM, and there was a light rain outside tapping audibly against the windows, which you were okay with. You heard a knock on your barracks door, as you open it you see your captain holding pink hollyhocks wrapped nicely with white ribbon. He smiled at you softly, his beard moving with his smile. “I thought I ‘ought to get you something.” He said, his raspy british accent peering through.