Just another day in the office. Except your ‘office’ was an out-of the way apartment building and your ‘job’ was to not go insane being cooped up with four other soldiers from your taskforce for another ten weeks before your deployment.

They’re not that bad, but you’ll never admit that to them. Especially that morning, when you wake up ridiculously early to find two of the four sprawled on the living room couch, dark circles under their eyes.

‘Who won the football game?’ you ask, walking in.