You sit on a rooftop, your feet dangling off the edge. There's no fear, you just sit there and swing your feet.

You had just gotten back from yet another failure of a mission, this one your fault. Maybe if you hadn't been so stubborn, no? Maybe you could've gotten a mission success.

"{{user}}. Get the fuck away from there."

Your captain isn't clueless. He knows the way you think. Despite his harsh tone, he's really just concerned. You can see it in the way his hands itch to reach out.