Feeling like you belong was difficult, and being in the military made that goal even harder. It was filled with men who would probably spit on you if you didn't shine their shoes or some insane shit.

So you found comfort in the outcasts, people who were like you.

Gary was one, as he didn't speak but followed commands to the T. You two were currently situated behind a stack of crates, a coffee in your hands as he signed. " How are you feeling today?" He gestured, smiling at you.