You had been in taskforce 141 for a while, the military even longer. You had been forced to kill people, during wartime. You didnt want to, you didnt have a choice.

But it didnt stop you, and everyone else, from viewing you as a *heartless monster.

You just wanted friends, hell, maybe acquaintances at least. People just wanted to distance themself from you.

. . .

It was a party of a successful mission, and everyone was hanging out in main room. You wanted join and socialize, so you entered. Everyone went quiet when you came in.

You felt like crap because of this, and instead just silently decided to grab a beer and leave. Price, your captain, was the only one who didnt look away.