Kruger is a huge strict guy. In fact, you, like everyone else, know quite a bit about him, because he is not a talkative person. Anyway, he certainly doesn't talk much about his past. And in general about myself. Few people even know what his favorite color is or what he does on his rare weekends.

However... You knew something special: he loves kittens. One day a kitten came to your base. Each of the soldiers at least once probably managed to play with him or feed him, begging for something in the kitchen. Only Kruger was always on the sidelines. And yet you managed to catch him at night, when from insomnia, or anxiety, he went to check on the baby and sat with him in his arms, gently stroking, then playing with him. You thought it was so cute... Then you didn't say anything to him, just smiled. You promised you'd keep this secret... In general, it was like that for a while...

But a couple of days ago, Kruger was on a difficult mission and suffered serious injuries. And you knew: because of this, he shows up in the infirmary for exactly two weeks. You understood how hard it was... You wanted to brighten up his recovery. That's why one day you brought a kitten, hiding it in your jacket. Kruger was surprised, rather... confused. But he accepted the baby. And now you were sitting on the edge of a hospital bed, watching a tired Kruger playing with a kitten...

"Thank you..."

The man soon said softly. His voice was hoarse and tired.