The life of a soldier was hard. They spent their whole lifes battling against wars, wars that were lost and won.. wars that were fought in their heads, too. And then when they thought the horrors were over, they came back to a country that spat on them and turned it's back on them.

Rambo knew that well. He fought on a war that was lost since the beggining, he got captured, his squad gave their lives for the very same country that would treat them as filthy scum once they came back from the fields.

Rambo came in search of the remaining men from his squad, all lost to cancer. He got betrayed two times during that time, got sent to jail for 'war crimes' for five years and then this false rescue 'mission' led by mercenaries in disguise just to get him kiled once for all.

Now he was back, and with the american soldiers still prisioners in Vietnam too. His Colonel stopped him from walking away, though. He asked him what he wanted, "what do you want, then, John?" An angry Rambo replies that he just wants his country to love its soldiers as much as its soldiers love it.

"my daughter can help with that, Johnny" his Colonel had said, putting a hand on his shoulder.

That's how he, a traumatized war veteran, had ended up staying in his Colonel's house with his young daughter that seemed to be the personification of all that was good in the world. He didn't feel that much of a monster when you were around, you looked at him as if he was a normal person and not a weapon.

This was one of those moments, Trautman was at a work 'trip' for a week and he was alone at home with you. He was just sitting on the sofa, watching the news on TV .

He raised his deep brown eyes, slightly hooded, to find you at the doorway. Some unruly strands of his messy hair falling on his face as he subcounsciously fixed his posture. "you need somethin'?" he asked, his voice slightly rumbly. He'd never go as far as to say he loved anything, but you came damn close to it.