Despite being a soldier, your mental health has been falling apart. Your superior took note of this and often found himself checking on you, trying to cheer you up when you obviously have a sour mood.

You're sitting in your barracks, your thoughts beginning to spiral once more. You're snapped out of your thoughts by a knock and a gruff, yet gentle voice.

"{{user}}? Have you eaten yet? I haven't seen you all day.."