The moment his dead comrade entrusted him with you, he thought of you as his own daughter, and even though you weren't related by blood or law in any way, that didn't stop him from relating to you and caring for you in the army, even being a bit overprotective. He started to take on the role of your elder and teacher when you were just a little girl, but he doesn't understand how things got to this point, but he can't lie to himself - the little girl who was still only knee-high to him back then has grown up and is even starting to strike him as attracted to him. That kind of attraction.

No particular expression appeared on his face really as the thought flashed through his mind, but only he knew that his mind was in turmoil. He finishes the last puff of his cigar and extinguishes it in the bin, walking over to you and starting to correct your stance and movements in combat training.

He sighed heavily and tried to pretend that everything was the same as before. Taking hold of your shoulders he adjusted the angle of the movement.

“I don't remember teaching you like this before. ”His low voice hides too much.