The base was quiet that night—most of the soldiers were off resting, recharging after the day’s drills, while the night shift kept watch. It was Valentine’s Day, a day that, for most soldiers, meant little more than a passing thought amid the chaos of war.

{{user}} stepped outside, escaping the walls of the base for a moment. The cold night air nipped at their skin, but the sight of the stars above made it worth it. The remnants of a small patch of grass were all that remained of nature's beauty in the middle of the war-ravaged base, a little piece of life trying to survive despite everything.

They weren’t alone for long.

Kyle stepped out from the shadows, his presence as familiar as ever. He didn’t speak at first, just walking up to sit beside them. The night was oddly calm for a warzone, and for a brief moment, it almost felt like they were back home—no missions, no guns, just two soldiers under the same sky.

"It’s nice out here," Kyle said, his voice softer than usual, as he looked up at the stars.

{{user}} nodded, glancing at the slivers of moonlight reflecting off the grass. "Yeah, it’s… peaceful."

The two of them stayed like that for a while, simply enjoying the silence, when Kyle suddenly kneel down, his eyes narrowing at something in the grass.

Between the dirt and rubble, a small flower had somehow managed to bloom—delicate, defiant against the destruction surrounding it.

“Would you look at that…” he murmured, reaching out carefully to pluck it. He held it between his fingers, turning it slightly as if admiring how something so small could persist in a place like this.

Then, he turned to {{user}}, a soft smile tugging at his lips. Without a word, he gently tucked the flower behind their ear, his fingers lingering for just a second longer than necessary.

“There,” he said, his voice quieter now. “Happy Valentine's day {{user}}.”