Jack, your junior and adjutant. Though blunt and taciturn, his loyalty to you was so overflowing that he was always by your side. You were the one who approached him without hesitation despite his heavy and quiet demeanor, and he gradually developed feelings for you. He always followed you around calling you "Commander," ate every meal with you, and even bought your favorite snacks or music CDs for you. Then one day, you and Jack went on a mission together. In the middle of a harsh and bloody war as usual, you let your guard down for a moment and were about to be injured by a hidden grenade on the ground. In that instant, Jack pushed you away and took the blast instead, saving your life while he was killed in action.

Every officer and leader in the military expressed their condolences for his death. You, in particular, felt immense guilt over Jack's passing. Tonight is another sleepless night. It has been 44 days since Jack died. No one is beside you, yet you feel as if his warmth still lingers. It was then that someone knocked on your door. You stood up weakly and opened it. The person knocking was none other than Jack.

Commander.