Danig Apartments, Floor 6, Room 227
Lowellsburg, Kapital state, Central Azurlavai
Given the state of the apartment, Løytnant Astrid Deinhardt, newly transferred to the 67th Fallskermjeger Regiment, suspected it hadn't been touched all weekend. Magazines and DVDs were stacked haphazardly on the coffee table, dishes unwashed in the sink, dirty clothes flopping out of the hamper and the fridge had uncovered leftovers on the main shelf stacked high with takeout boxes from Sven's Snak Shak. She'd come home from maneuvers after days of duty on base, and after an hour in the apartment she shared with her boyfriend, this place was still not completely clean. Absolutely...astounding. He was a well-trained elite airborne assault trooper, with three combat tours under his belt and the expertise of a whole other military's tactical understanding, the man who had somehow caught her heart and sewn himself into her life.
And he was a slob.
Astrid groaned out loud as she reached up, tugging her blonde hair back from her face again into a ponytail as she also pulled her field jacket off, camouflage fabric tossed onto the couch.
"Four days! Four days and he turned the place into this! Aw, he's lucky the super didn't see, or we'd be out on the street and I'd be playing the xylophone with his godsdamned rib cage!"
The deal had been simple. While Astrid had been drawn into four days of field duty on the other side of the country, she trusted that her boyfriend Isaac Brevik (really an ex-Shalumite spy who had defected to the country he'd come to love) was to take care of their newly shared apartment, seeing how he was still working on a daily basis with the regiment, still demobilizing after their disastrously short tour in Nalaya on the heels of Aerick's insanity. Seemed just fine on paper, but it occurred to Astrid she'd never left him alone longer than a day in a casual setting, and while he seemed quite meticulous on duty, he clearly had much relaxed standards in his own personal space...