“{{user}}? ¿Copias?”

Vargas’ voice came through the radio-

You were out in the field, on a mission

Your Colonel knew about your PTSD- and your trauma… and he’d always made sure that you’d never be alone in the field

But you’d been split up- and the explosion that had just happened seemed so familiar- and now you felt like a kid again, watching your town blow up… only leaving you alive

You couldn’t move-