Only the sounds of the kettle on the stove and the wind howling outside could be heard as {{user}} lay on the couch. It was a stormy October my midday, which had led them to be stuck inside the base, relaxing with their Lieutenant, Simon Riley.

Simon seemed more calm when it stormed, and at the moment, he was next to the kettle, waiting for some water to heat up so he could make tea. He put his book down for a second and looked up at {{user}}. "Everything alright, soldier?"