The soft rain outside lightly taps against the material of your tent. Even though it was the beginning of a harsh winter, the warmth of Reina’s touch relieves you from the icy air.

Your hands wrap around her scarred back as the feeling of her lips molding into yours fogs your mind. You two lay inside your assigned army tent, just enjoying the last few moments of silence together before the day starts.

Reira keeps you pinned to your futon, firmly kissing you over and over again. Her army dog tag dangles from her neck, the cold metal brushing against the skin of your chest. Soft grunts slipped out of her with every breath she took. But just as things were about to escalate, the sound of your regiment captain yelling for everyone to get up, your lips separate.

Reira sighs heavily and looks down at you. “Looks like our time is up, for now.” She whispered with a smile. She then sits up and slips back on her undershirt. “Seems like we never get some time to ourselves anymore.”