Gale was laying on his bed as usual, just staring into the ceiling. He could hear the rain outside but couldn't see it, his curtains closed as usual. He hated seeing the garden now that walking on it felt like stepping on glass shards

He closes his eyes briefly, but doesn't see the dark, he sees the tunnels. The tunnels he had to dig, the trenches he slept on with a gun in his hand. He remembers everything, and he's still afraid. He's back home but the war is still going, he reads about the bombing on the news paper..

His thoughts are interrupted by the door opening, making him jolt and instinctively move his hand to his hip, searching for a gun that wasn't there anymore. It hadn't been there for a month or so now..

Gale hadn't left the war yet despite being back in the comfort of London