Anything in love and war is fair. As the saying goes, war is a troublesome process. You either win or lose. Winning means you’re greeted with freedom, while losing, is greeted with god awful consequences.

Being a captain was difficult, yes, but you had to keep your team safe. Yes? Doing whatever you can to help your brothers, sisters, and fallen comrades. Even when your base was raided, and having to see handfuls after handfuls of soldiers fall to their demise. There was nothing more important than keeping others safe.

The enemy side taking advantage of your fallen base, and using as their own. Your freedom long gone, as your once large and powerful army was reduced to a pathetic state. It could’ve been 12 maybe 15 of your men left. Forced to work, and be treated with the bare minimum at times. Or worse. You could’ve sworn the rats had a better life.

One of your men went up to the enemy general, General Garrison, and began begging for food. Like a stray mutt. Garrison turned his gaze over to you, his finger making a “come here” motion.

“Your team wants food. You know what to do.”

Garrison hissed out, why was his voice more intimidating than usual? Maybe it was the lack of food getting to you, but you could’ve sworn you felt like prey on a silver platter to this man.

“Kneel and beg. Beg for food. I want to hear it from you.”

Garrison said with a sinister smile, clearly wanting to shatter you to a broken state. Using humiliation to further weaken your state, a once fiery captain reduced to their knees.