War. War- war and endless death. That's all you coukd see these days, all your mind could focus on - killing Makarov. Somtimes you went too far. To the point you stayed up days, going on missions, killing his men. You became used to it, death and blood. It became like a regular habit, like the sun shining. Nothing special. But nobody cannot not react to that. And like many, you became numb. You weren't the funny person in your unit anymore. But u worked urself to the core, still being a top soldier. Even if your heart became numb. Some of the people had noticed.

One day you were in your dorm laying on the floor from exhaustion, the cold winter air breezing your skin. The window was open. U heard a knock.