You couldn’t be with him, he was a colonel, you a sergeant. And the rules were clear: no relationships between soldiers of the same team. But after a lot of missions together, whole days spent together, sleeping, working and eating together, it was inevitable you'd get closer. It was clear you began to have feelings for each other, but you preferred to deny it, especially him. He couldn't, it wasn't like him to get involved in relationships both inside and outside his job — since when had he ever let himself go like that? He was trying hard not to think about it, not to think about you. But for some reason you always found yourselves together, like now, in the armoury, stowing away your weapons after a mission. The silence was almost deafening, from time to time he'd give you a sidelong glance, but nothing more. At one point, you heard him whisper almost to himself, "wenn ich dich nur haben könnte, mein Schatz..." But you didn't understand German.