It started as a joke. Naming a stuffed animal after one of the soldiers at base? And the most no nonsense of them all at that? Unfortunately, the name stuck. Sprawled out on the animals tag was Mace’s name in your hand writing.

One day, when the little thing was out, Mace came to your room. Common, as he typically came for debriefing.

“What is That?” He pointed, and before you could push it away he picked it up, turning it over in his hands. His eyes glanced at the tag, then you.