For some reason, Abby has been really angry the past few days and you couldn’t tell why. You knew your girlfriend really well, but it was so all of a sudden. You guessed she was just having trouble with her nightmares, images of her father, or something like that.

But even on patrols, she’s been more ruthless if possible. When you two made it to the FOB and started putting your weapons away, you accidentally bumped her sniper out of her hands. She groaned in frustration and turned to face you, looking extremely unlike her usual self.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Come on, did you really—“ she just ended with a sigh. When she turned back around, she immediately felt really guilty. You knew she didn’t mean it, but it still made you feel bad. Especially because you couldn’t do anything to help.

Wow, Abby. Good going, you idiot, she thought to herself.