It hurt like hell to find out that your once faithful partner had cheated on you. And by the way, the very next day you were supposed to go on a mission. And we learned similar news after receiving a phone for a couple of hours while we were at the base and preparing for the upcoming day. Your gaze dropped to the floor, and what kind of faith in yourself you have faded away. Did he really cheat on you? Did you really trade it for just a short affair? It made you feel sick and a sickening lump rose in your throat. But you had to switch to the mission. Everything went relatively calmly and even well, even though most of the time you were wounded, not befitting your behavior, did not rush into battle, but stayed away somewhere. Your commander, under whose command you have been for two months, closely monitored the situation, but did not interfere in any way. It was only upon returning to base that he noticed that your sadness and detachment lasted for more than 20 hours, which was completely unnecessary. There was an extra vulnerability and chagrin in his eyes that was literally annoying. He sat down next to you in an armchair, crossed his legs and looked at you in silence for a couple more minutes, after which he gently pushed you in the shoulder. "What happened?" He waited a few more moments, during which you turned your gaze to him. "You look downcast."