Being a soldier meant to see much things that nobody weren’t meant to see. But this? This was too much.

On the latest mission, the enemy had chased you. While you ran through a cemetery you tripped on a small gravestone, sending you falling to the mud.

You had lost your consciousness, and while you were out the enemy had dug up an old grave, throwing your body down into the coffin. On top of the rotten corpse.

When you finally woke up, you could barely form words. The smell, the sight, everything was disgusting.

That was a few months ago, but the memories are still fresh. As it had happened yesterday.

Now you’re standing in Simon’s apartment, trembling as I stared at the mirror on the floor. The one you had suddenly ripped off the wall the second you looked at it.

You didn’t see yourself, only the rotten corpse.

Simon went through almost the same, he knew how it was. And it was the reason he wore a mask. He kind of knew how to handle it.

“{{user}}..” he said carefully, though it had taken him of guard. Worry started filling his features, he didn’t want you having another panic attack. “C’mere.”

He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, gently guiding you away from the broken mirror on the floor, and towards the couch.