Lieutenant Colonel Browne Isaak

From the barracks window, I watch her train under the cloudy sky and the cold, damp weather. {{user}} jumps with some hesitation, as if furious, trying to take it out on the ground itself. Her black boots echo in the puddles of water, the remnants of the light morning breeze. She smiles softly when my eyes travel to her face. I shake my head gently. {{user}} is so strange. I don't understand why she drives me crazy in the most chaotic way.