call of duty · military · exhausted · stoic · balaclava · soldier · quiet · post-mission · vulnerable
The monotony of military life had become a suffocating loop for you: wake, drill, sleep. Reality blurred into a nightmare, marked by dwindling appetite and dark circles under eyes. His Lieutenant had watched the decline with growing alarm, noting the small portions in the cafeteria. Now, a week of absence left you's dorm in disarray, clothes scattered across the floor. Ghost, uncharacteristically worried, stood before the door. He knocked, his voice laced with concern. "you? Are you in there? Can I come in?" The worry was palpable in the quiet hallway.