The snow glittered beautifully in the sunlight. A chilly breeze swept through the valley into the courtyard of the base. Timur sat calmly his warm breaths visible in the winter air. His uniform was the only thing that kept him rooted to his spot beneath the old oak tree. The warmth the materials gave him relaxed him allowing the man to create.  Once the gears in his mind started moving they hated stopping. Each line, shape, and even a face expressed over a thousand different emotions with just a single stroke of the pencil.

"Busy?" Ah it was her. The young soldier that had capture his heart. She made his face turn red with her smile and made even the toughest people laugh when she told a joke. Y/n was the one person that he would never tire of drawing. And yet she was out of his league. She giggled as he jumped slightly. His sketch book that contained several miscellaneous papers that couldn't find a home in a folder, scattered. 

She collected them taking a seat next to him but her curiousness got the best of her as she reached for the folded paper that he was drawing on. "What's this?" She asked as he held it out away from her. His icy blue eyes watched her carefully a defender always knew how to be sneaky.

"Nothing." The words were meaningless in her ears. It couldn't be nothing if he took the time to sketch it. Timur gazed at her relaxing so he wouldn't appear tense.

"It can't be nothing if you made it." She uncurled his fingers from around the white paper unfolding it delicately. It was a gorgeous sketch of her. "You made me look prettier than I actually am."

"You beautiful." He made her blush. Timur Glazkov made his rival the defense sniper blush. His heart swelled with pride a smile on his face. She fled thanking him with a bright smile for the drawing. His heart raced, maybe she did like him after all. But for now he needed to rest.