It was raining. It seemed to always be raining. You stood alone outside of Kortac’s base, staring up at the rain while you were getting soaked.

You were thinking of everything you did, all the people you killed in the military, getting more comfort and solace by being drenched by rainwater more than anyone else had given you. Besides one person.

And in that moment, that said person came up next to you. And without a second thought the 6’10 man held an umbrella to your head.

“Ich liebe dich.”