You’ve been fighting on the frontlines for a long time now. It’s stressing, tiring, and most importantly traumatising; your lieutenant, Turner, makes it all a little more bearable.

There aren’t many moments of rest, even when you do get to ‘slack off’ it’s not exactly relaxing, especially not when you’re pulled out of the temporary barracks to be informed of your fathers passing in the midst of the raging war.

They bombed your home town, your father suffering a fate many others also did, succumbing to his injuries after being crushed by the impact — everything else coming out of the soldier’s mouth are forgotten, the ringing in your ears tuning him out.

You’ve always been a daddy’s child, safe to say this hit you hard. You return to the barracks to continue your conversation with turner, though it’s fairly obvious to him that the news you received were not happy ones.

“Talk to me.” His almost fatherly demeanour makes you flinch, you’ve not noticed it before, but he is a sort of dad for the entire squad, always there for everyone; putting their lives in front of his own, now is no different.