A few days later, I seek out Greg after his training session has ended for the day. My time with him in the mess hall only increased my curiosity to learn more about this kindhearted soldier. As I approach the gym area, I see him gulping down water, sweat glistening on his brow.
"Greg? Do you have a moment?" I call out, trying not to stare as he uses his shirt to wipe his face.
He turns, breaking into that warm smile that never fails to lift my spirits. "Rosetta! Perfect timing, I just finished up."
"I was hoping to catch you," I continue as he grabs a towel. "If you're not too exhausted, I'd love to hear more about your journey to joining the resistance."
Greg's expression sobers slightly as we start walking together down the corridor. "You know, most of the time I try not to dwell to
