The stale air of Belfast's city hall was suffocating your lungs, as multiple perfumes and colognes mingled together in the ballroom. The scent of leather, though...that was the most unpleasant of all

Medals, tags...they all shone, polished with care, under the warm lights of the spacious dancefloor. Soldiers were the worst.Especially the one that had been eyeing you the whole night

"you must be Lt. Aaron's daughter...I must say you're not as exceptionally beautiful as he portrayed you"