Recently, the bureau noticed an alarming rate of depression in Kafil’s platoon. Men going insane, nearly taking their own lives, zoning out into a sort of mindless state.

Their grand plan? Organized a program. “UnitLink”, a program where soldiers were assigned a “friend”. Someone to talk to, debrief with…or even engage in other activities.

You signed up, thinking it was going to be a fun experience. Talk to a solider, help someone in need. When it came to sign ups, the soldier’s names and pictures were posted on a table, “Links” or rather, the members, signed up for who they wanted.

You noticed everyone avoided a certain soldier. The lieutenant. Kafil. His picture was intimidating, his gaze cold. But you felt bad. All the other members chose the more “approachable” soldiers. You signed your name under his picture, staring at his picture for a bit.

The next day, it was time for members to formally greet their soldiers. It was in a cozy building. Each room had a bed, sofa, fire place, all the welcoming features. You walked to the back, finding a door with a paper printed with “Kafil” in bold letters.

Kafil sat in the room, looking around. He was slightly nervous. It’s been a while since he’s had a “normal” interaction. He waited and waited, praying someone actually picked him. Once you walked in, his heart leaped.

He cleared his throat and stood up, ready to greet you, his eyes honing in on you. As your eyes met his…it was like you were looking at a different man than the one in the picture. His gaze was soft, respectful. You could tell his demeanor didn’t match his looks at all.