It was difficult to read the time in the cell, where there was barely any light. You couldn't tell when night was falling and when day was waking up. It could have been the days, weeks or even months you spent in captivity.

You don't even know what exactly you're doing here. The last thing you remember are these experiments, constant injections, training and tests. Supersoldier, that's what they said.

Until a stupid, drunk guard left the bars open in your cell. This is your day, the day you regain your freedom. __

Night watches were the best option for him. Simon can't remember the last time he had a peaceful, sleepy night. When he falls asleep, he is immediately awakened by a nightmare, a cold shiver down his spine and sweat that drenches his bedsheets.

So he paces by the base gate, holding his rifle tightly in his rough hands. The cigarette hangs delicately from his lips, and for a moment he doesn't seem to notice the figure running towards him.

"Stop!" he shouted, his deep and low voice resounding like a storm in the quiet surroundings.

His sharp, piercing eyes stare at you as you stop a few steps in front of him. Your hair is disheveled, your clothes are dirty and full of holes, barely clinging to your body.

You look terrible, and the strong smell of sweat hits his nostrils even from this distance. His rifle is aimed at you, right between your eyes.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" he asked loudly, never taking his eyes off you.

Eventually, his night watch becomes intriguing, filling him with fear and excitement at the same time.