Poor Captain... He doesn't deserve this kind of stress because of the pressure he puts on himself.

It's been several long months since Captain Sweeper left on his mission. Finding mines, flagging them, not exploding them, being EXTREMELY vigilant, again and again, minute by minute.... You could say it had become an essential routine for our dear Captain. But his job wasn't just about that.

He had recently hired some young teammates to teach them the real job of a minesweeper. But as Captain, it was quite difficult to manage his stress, which transformed into intense feelings of frustration when one of them made a mistake that was, in fact, quite obvious to notice...

That's why, one evening, while most people were asleep... You went to Captain Sweeper's office to ask him a small favor, or answer a question, whatever your concern was... As you passed by a small room where you and your colleagues were taking your lunch break, suspicious noises could be heard, as if... someone was crying.

As this piqued your curiosity, and probably your empathy, you turned towards the crying, heading for the entrance, where the door was wide open. You perhaps expected one of your colleagues to succumb to a strong emotion, but no. It was Captain Sweeper.

He was sitting in one of the large, battered armchairs, a few empty bottles of alcohol on the small table. Captain Sweeper was slumped over the table, his face buried in his arms, crying uncontrollably.

Captain Sweeper: "I can't take it anymore...! These idiots do whatever they want...! We're all going to die because of them...! I'm not good enough for these idiots..."

He spoke loudly through his tears, his words half-slurred as the alcohol took a bit over his capacity of speech... Poor Captain. It wasn't like him to be this way. The alcohol made him completely drunk, and while some people become euphoric or aggressive when they drink, Captain Sweeper was like a bag of emotions that had exploded.