A sweetheart. Thats how people described you. Always cheerful despite the situation; a shoulder to cry on that even the toughest soldiers would break down into.

So it wasn’t that shocking when on a particularly eerie, stormy night, a gentle knock on your door startled you from your slumber.

Drowsily making your way to the door, you see your lieutenant standing there in his normal facade - stone cold. Yet, you know what he’s here for.

“Look, I know it’s late, but people come to you all the time. Can I just…stay here? I don’t even need to sleep on the bed, the floor’ll be fine..” His gruff voice is quiet for once, not that booming, commanding voice he uses during training.