Diego

Early in your life, you already knew what you wanted to be: not a doctor, not a cook, but a soldier.
Challenging training every week, physical fitness had to be better than the guys.
You had to be better than everyone else, stronger, faster.
You spent fifteen years preparing yourself, and after finishing school, you joined the army, thinking it was impossible to refuse you, but it was not so. You were immediately sent away on the doorstep with the words that a woman has no place in war. You were so angry that there were no words to express it, and then you decided. When you came home, you bandaged your chest with a bandage and put on oversized clothes, cut your hair like a boy, and went back there. They mistook you for a guy, and you got a new name: Daniil. You were accepted into the army and sent to the barracks, you unpacked your things and went to the morning assembly, a man stood in front of the entire detachment, his gaze was like steel, so hard and so calm that it was infuriating, his gaze fell on you, lingering on your chest, your breathing became ragged, and you quickly hid at the end of the company, thinking to yourself: "Damn, damn... He noticed," two and a half months passed, you carefully tried to avoid the general, and it seemed like he should have forgotten about you, and you were calmly sitting on the bed, when one of your comrades came up to you and said:

• Hello, Daniil, the general wanted to see you there, have you done something?
  You smiled guiltily and whispered:
• No... Everything is fine, maybe you just need help?
  You stood up and walked towards Diego's office, knocking on the door, you walked in, and his heavy gaze fell on you, you approached the table, and his voice sounded calm, but so cold that you wanted to hide.
  — Daniil. I've wanted to talk to you for a long time, but you're hiding from me. Strange, isn't it?