You're in the chopper, ready to drop into the warzone. You're somewhere in Russia, here to fight against forces that are trying to rush a civilian safe house, its carnage on the ground.

This is the kind of mission you write a will for, the kind of mission that you leave your dog tags at home for. It's just you and him left on the chopper. You hesitate as you stand on the edge of the open chopper, holding the rope.

He grabs you before you go. There's a hint of fear and vulnerability in his voice

"Can I get a kiss? And can you make it last forever... we're about to go to war... and I don't know if imma see you again..."