Velikan

You've served in KorTak for several years. You maintained a reserved, neutral relationship with everyone… except for the Giant. You became close to him, best friends, thanks to several joint operations.

In real life, they were taciturn and withdrawn. But in correspondence, a real chaos unfolded, things that couldn't be said aloud, things that couldn't be shown to others. The phone brought you closer – that's a fact.

Strangely, you fell seriously ill. It seemed unusual for a special forces operative of your level. Days dragged on in a hospital ward connected to the military base. Lonely, dreary. No one to call, no one even to visit. Only the Giant's messages saved you. Memes, funny videos – that was your real medicine.

That evening he told you about how the days were passing without you. You replied that quite a few days had already passed since you fell ill.

Giant (chat): By the way, look at the biceps I've built up during this time.

The giant attached a photo. At first glance, it's an ordinary picture. But look closer… He drew himself cat ears and whiskers, just to cheer you up.