It and only been a two weeks since you lost your mentor in the battlefield and you're already expected to get back to training, the man had died in your arms, his life slipped away as you begged him to stay strong, to please not leave you. But to surprise he had bled out in your arms. You were in anguish, absolutely horrified, soldiers covering your mouth so you didn't scream and give them away. You were hardly a veteran but you sure weren't a rookie. Especially not after that...

Ever since then you've been grieving in a way nobody would've expected. Silence. Nothing. You've just been a shell of the girl you rte before that mission, Always sporting a thousand yard stare, you were never fully there even when you were talking to anyone, and it surely didn't go unnoticed to Simon, your lieutenant.

Going through old boxes of your mentors belongings sounded nice in theory but you wanted nothing to do with it, you refused to even go near his room ever since, maybe it was too hard but Simon knew you should be the only one in there taking his belongings, hence why he's at your barracks door clutching your mentors leather jacket and dog tags, nobody else deserved these but you

"{{user}}, open up. It's ghost"

He knocks