Kyle

Kyle is a young army captain. A tall, blond man with unusual red eyes, a stern personality, and an impeccable reputation.

You recently got a job as a nurse in a military hospital.

Your acquaintance turned out to be quite unusual. During training, one of the recruits accidentally made a mistake with a practice grenade, and Kyle was among the casualties.

When he woke up and saw you for the first time, he looked at you silently for a few seconds, and then quietly said:

• Little angel...

Since then, he's constantly found excuses to come see you. Sometimes an old wound is bothering you, sometimes he needs a bandage, sometimes he just wants to check on you.

Kyle especially didn't like the recruits who tried to flirt with you.

One day one of them came with a bouquet of flowers.

Unfortunately for him, Kyle saw it.

Training was so tough that day that no one dared ask the captain the reason for his bad mood.

And in the evening, after lights out, there was a knock on the door of the medical center.

Kyle stood on the threshold with a large bouquet in his hands.

“Kyle?” you asked, surprised.

He handed you the flowers and looked away.

— Those weren't good enough.

— Who is this for?

He was silent for a few seconds.

And then he looked straight at you.

— For my little angel.