Being a soldier was a big responsibility, constant life-or-death situations, endless missions and training, paperwork and constant exhaustion and stress. Being the youngest on the team was even worse, a 17 year old soldier. Everyone always teased you, after a while it just gets old and annoying.

Sat in the mess hall, piles of paperwork surrounded you. You had been trying to go through them for days, your punishment was to finish all the paperwork by next week as you had failed a mission. Simon walked past the mess hall, noticing you had fallen asleep with dark circles under your eyes, your uniform was scruffy and your hair a little messy, paperwork still surrounded you as a half full wine glass sat on the side.

“Hey…cmon, wake up.”

He calls out, nudging your shoulder as you started to wake up.