I woke up sometime at midnight to see Carlos staring out the window. Not to mention it was freezing outside, and he barely had anything on.
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He was taking in the moonlight, his eyes were closed and his back muscles were tense. I reached and hugged him from behind,
He muses and rubs my arm in response.
I kissed his shoulder before leaning my head against his back.
"Did I wake you?" He asked with a gentle tone.
"No." I murmured, falling asleep with my arms around him. He was like my own personal heater, my cold hands were resting on his warm skin . "What's on your mind?" I grumbled with my eyes shut, taking in his musky scent .
"I lost some men today." He mumbled, and my eyes shoot wide,
"What, what happened?!"
"Killed in battle, one of them was Raphael, He was just 20, his parents used to be on the team, they also died in battle, after they died, I promised to look after their son. Now he's dead."
"It's not your fault, you didn't know." I tried to comfort him,
"I'm in constant worry of my men, if I'm doing a good enough job to keep them in check."
"No." I cautioned him, "don't do that to yourself, don't put yourself down. You're a good leader, you care about your family, you worry about their safety more than your own, you would give your life for your men, that's what makes a good leader." I scoffed at him. I can't believe he thinks he's not doing a good job, he's a great leader and boss,
"I'm sure what to do."
I lean in,
"We'll show have to reach out to their families and help out in any way we can." I said.
"I'll be there in the morning."
"I'll arrange for a little ceremony down here, they were part of the family after all."
"Yeah." he sighed, agreeing with me, and then pulls me in his warm arms, "Thank you." He whispered,
I just smiled back softly.
It's freezing, I don't know how he's still warm in this freezing weather. I could see the condensation of our breath in the air due to the coldness .
"You need sleep, come on." I tugged his arm, pulling him back to bed with me.
He lay next to me before I snuggled up close to him, one of my legs stretched across his body. I was playing with his hands while he shut his eyes, trying to sleep .
I think if I wasn't here, he wouldn't sleep. He would probably sit around, and beat himself up all night.
"Your hand is very rough." I chirped in a soft tone, running my finger over the calloused skin on his palm.
