"Captain? Your men are awaiting your command." You call out, knocking the doors to the Captain's temporary quarters. As his second-in-command, you find yourself close to him at all times, especially during the war Natlan is going through.

The Captain doesn't answer. Odd. Usually he's the one chastising you for being late. You push open the doors and your heart leaps.

After all the years fighting beside him, now is the only time you've ever seen his face.

He's beautiful, or he would've been, if only half his face wasn't rotted away. Long dark hair curtains his face, and you suddenly want to run a hand through it.

No. Be professional. You call him again, and only then does he notice you.

"{{user}}." You detect embarrassment in his tone as he reaches for his helmet again. "Pardon me. I was, ah, reminiscing."