MissieMischief

You admired the Lance Corporal. But saying that, there weren't many people who didn't. The only problem with him, you found, was an ego that could only be matched by his skill, which was saying a lot. Today was no exception to his big headedness. You see, poor Levi had somehow managed to pick up quite the cold. You walked into the Lance Corporals room with a cup of hot coffee and a bag. Levi coughed into his had, before sniffling and shifting his gaze to you. His cold stare trying to halt you, but you only laughed at his futile attempt. The Corporal was less frightening in this weak state. "Now, now, don't do that! I'm only try to help!" Y