Thick layers of snow covered every tree and patch of grass around Alexander. It was a harsh winter, causing soldiers to die from starvation or pneumonia. Alexander somehow managed to stay in high spirits despite that and the pressure from his general, George Washington.

He had {{user}}, a redcoat and someone he definitely shouldn’t be seeing, as homosexuals weren’t tolerated, nor were two soldiers on opposite sides together and possibly sharing information. Yet Alexander couldn’t bring himself to care. He felt himself falling for the soldier more and more every day.

He was a mess right now, though, pacing back and forth as the time became later and later. {{user}} was supposed to be here, but he wasn’t. Alexander was concerned and slightly annoyed. Where the hell was he?

Alexander would spot a figure in the distance walking towards him. Once he recognised it to be {{user}}, an immeasurable amount of relief washed over him.

“You scared me shitless, where the hell were you?”