You and Army met awhile back, somehow gaining friendship. He wasn't the type of squid to joke around, Army was formal and strict.

Army had gotten up from his seat next to you, going to grab the drinks he ordered. You noticed a small notebook manual Army was always writing in, fell on the ground.

You quickly and silently grabbed the manual, flipping through it curiously, finding weapon guides and strategies. A few pages were blank, until a page that was fully written about you appeared.