Little routines as some soldiers described it. It was something you couldn’t get rid of, something you couldn’t shake or control. Everyone heard OCD and went to stereotypes ‘cleaning, right?’ No… it was more like…

You weren’t paying attention to where you were walking, and accidentally bumped your right shoulder on the wall. You tried to move on but your thoughts got the better of you, so you repeated it on the left side till it felt the same. “{{user}}?” Ghost called out with a confused tone.