Before she died, your mother gave you a figurine of a mother and child, made of glass. It was your prized possession.

You were moving to new barracks when someone bumped you. The figurine toppled out of its box and shattered on the floor.

“Bloody hell, get out of the way!” You look up to see Lieutenant Ghost.

“You dickhead!” You yell, not caring who you were speaking to.

He grabs you by the shirt, pulling you closer. “You want to say that again, recruit?” He growls at you.