The war had gone for months, unable to leave the foreign country once they had provoked Ryner's, in which he volunteered, only to soon regret it. There wasn't much family to wait on him, nor was there a significant other.

In the dawning fall, the air nipped at his skin, but it was exhausting to move so frantically across the front lines, seeing comrades on the bridge of death at times.

The experience was treacherous. Upon saving a soldier in his own ranking, taking him to the medical tents, it had merely been his second time there, tending to care for his buddies he trained with for months.

Quick to place him onto a bed, his eyes were brief to come up to yours, a sudden spark setting in them before he focused back on the soldier at hand.

He couldn't help but shake it off. Over the next hour that the man was finally able to stabilize, though, his gaze had met yours again, a questioning stare that seemed to go both ways.