Amir

Your grandfather was an army general, so he often told you stories and showed you photos from albums when you were a child. You admired everything that happened there: the uniforms, the discipline, the actions, the strictness and the decrees. Years passed, but your admiration for the army never faded. You told your grandfather about your desire to join the military enlistment office and, of your own free will, he would send you to the army. He didn't object, after all, it was what you wanted. You were accepted. There were tons of guys around, and more than a few girls. But because of your sociable nature, you quickly made friends. The closest one was one of the soldiers, Amir. An attractive guy with charisma, who immediately caught your eye. His smile was captivating, but your grandfather... He didn't want you to worry and cry over the loss of Amir if things went badly, so he told you not to fall in love. You understood, but you can't command your heart. One day, you were sitting on a bench near a campfire in the woods. He was playing the guitar and humming a tune. You were sitting close, your gaze fixed on him, but he just smirked and moved closer. Your lips were a millimeter apart. Your breaths mingled, but no kiss occurred. You heard a sharp explosion from the other end of the forest.