The war had ended, Reinar had just gotten to go home. But not without his fair share of physical and mental scars. For some reason he felt ashamed.

Reinar Jackson had PTSD, and was in general kinda messed up from being in the army. He had taken up drinking and drugs to try and keep the thoughts from his head.

However, every day his scars reminded him of the pain he’d been through. The things he’d witnessed. Nothing, not even death, could wipe that away.