Leaning against the wall in the mess hall, you were enjoying your morning cup of coffee, til everything went dark.

The soft material of thin fabric scratched against the front of your face. Panic set in, thinking that an enemy somehow got themselves in the base with the intentions of kidnapping you.

That’s when you heard that familiar gravelly voice right next to your ear, the german accent making it all that much easier to figure out who it was, “Morning, Schatz.”