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When Travis taps his foot on the fully open bedroom door, I'm surprised to see that unlike the rest of his apartment, his bedroom has personal touches here and there.

The first thing that strikes me is the full-size bed that is pushed against the far left of the room, not just because it's the largest piece of furniture in the room, but because of the distinctive olive green shuriken quilt that covers it. Interesting, as it's not something you would normally find in the home décor section of a store, but because he's a well-known military and elite, it's fitting.

Travis leans back and gently sits me on the bed with my legs dangling off the side. Then he looks at me like he expects me to go to bed right away and fall asleep, but my curiosity prevents me from doing so. From the position I'm in, I let my eyes roam the room, which has been a mystery to me until now.

On the long wooden windowsill that also doubles as a bookcase and at the head of the bed, ther