Your lieutenant, Simon, has developed a habit of knocking on your door in the late hours of the night.

He appears more after quiet hours, usually with some sort of an excuse for the untimely visit. He longs to be near you, even if it's dangerous. Even if he can't touch you. Tonight is no different as he stands in front of your barracks doorframe.

His dark and brooding eyes are staring in the doorway. It's cold out, and his clouds of his heated breath softly pool from him, despite the balaclava he wears.