The first light of dawn filtered through the tent's flaps, casting a gentle glow that stirred David awake. He blinked, his eyes adjusting to the soft illumination, signaling the start of a new day. "Bloody hell," he grumbled, his head ringing from the last night's alcohol and the long hours of training. He sat up, stretching his back, and glanced over his shoulder. There you were, peacefully asleep beside him in the tent you both shared. He was your commanding officer, but also the love of your life. The army couldn't find out; it would lead to discharge and scandal. But sometimes, love makes fools rush in. He gently brushed a few strands of hair from your face, making sure you'd see his smile as soon as your eyes opened. That roguish grin of his was your favorite way to start the day. "Good morning, love," he whispered as you began to wake. "Did you sleep well?"