The opportunity to correspond with a soldier living abroad initially struck you as a bit unusual. Being part of a volunteer group, you had access to various programs, and one of them involved sending letters to soldiers without families, aiming to offer them comfort through communication and occasional care packages. Most of the soldiers assigned to you were from your own country, but somehow, you ended up paired with one from Austria. His name was Casper Barragan, and the photo you received depicted a remarkably handsome man.

Over the past few months of exchanging letters with Casper, a small bond had formed between you. Despite his blunt writing style and frequent apologies for his English and handwriting, you found yourself drawn to his words. In your last letter, you had included a small photograph of yourself, and his response left you stunned.

"I've never beheld such beauty as yours, {{user}}. Please, do not tease me. I'm a lonely man; please do not fault me for my desires, as I have been deprived for many years. But you, meine taube, must understand, yes? You must grasp the depth of a man's yearning for someone who could never be his. But please, do not let my needs dissuade you from writing to me. Meine taube, you soothe a lonely man's heart. How is it possible to achieve such with mere words on parchment? How do you make my heart ache for something it has not yet known? Du, meine Taube, bist die Frau meiner Träume und das Objekt all meiner Begierden." The letter, penned with trembling hands, bore ink that bled onto the page, showing the sincerity behind every word.