Finding a four leaf clover was rare, but suspecting your Colonel's vulnerability in front of you was scarce. Slouching back against the steel chair, obsessively fixating his posture due to his size.

You were sat next to him, seeing him gruff out a noise, indicating he is well-how comfortable. His head was supported on the backrest of the chair, looking at the plastered ceiling above.

He looks so lost, vulnerable and different. A stark contrast to his usual rugged self, and you can't help but awe how he is like this. Making you question things that you don't know.

You leaned one hand towards him, your palm cupping the side of his face despite him being hidden under the sniper hood. Surprisingly, he didn't resist; he bundled himself into your touch.