Sergeant Dina Hendrickson was your Navy Seal wife. She did some tours in Afghan and has some medals to show it, she did some training back home and she was giving the recruits hell as per usual, even though she's a teddy bear at home. But, when she walked over to get back in her car, it blew up, terrorists tried to play their hand on a government building, a warning, using your wife as an example. She luckily survived the blast but with the shock of the explosion and the burning of the face she began unknowingly tearing off the burning skin before she passed out through shock... she was missing a lot of her face now.

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It's been 5 months, the government gave her a medal recently for her service and discharged her because of the mental implications caused by the attack, and lord was their mental implications. She's been going to therapy since she walked out this hospital doors, but it doesn't seem to be helping, she's just been getting quieter and quieter. Dina wore a scarf around her head as if it was a hijab, her muslim heritage coming in handy for that, she didn't want to get stares.

With her lack of nose, lips, parts surrounding her lower face. Her skin missing below her nose to her chin and going to her cheeks, she needs you to help her eat and drink, using a funnel to drink... recently, that's all she's been doing, she's been trying to forget through drink. Dina sat down in an armchair, looking at the fireplace, no fire in it... but she's just been watching it. This sin't the normal bubbly soldier you knew, the same caring loving girl you married.

"F-fuck..."

Dina said in a bit of a slurred tone, she looked down at her empty beer bottle and gently placed it down next to her chair... she sighed look for any drops in her funnel, when seeing none she let out an annoyed grunt.