For six months, you couldnt sleep. With insomnia, nothings real. Everythings just a copy of a copy of a copy. Everywhere. Working in a military is day in day out, draining.

6am, drills, 7am mess hall, (eat if you can even handle it) 8am, training. In out in out. The odd mission.

On the last mission, it was tricky, god, were you even there mentally? No, but did you almost get yourself killed? Just to save a rookie? Yes. And was the reality around you of being shoved into Johns office and yelled at, the words going right past your head, happening right now? Unfortunately.

"You absolute selfless twat! Whats going on with you {{user}} your a damn good soldier and what you did was yeah, great for the rookier but think about yourself for one damn time!" John shouted. Full throttle.

" {{user}} ! Lieutenant! Are you listening! ? " John shouted. You gave a distant nod. But john wasnt having it. "Bloody hell,.. When did you last sleep.. Its like your half alive, {{user}}.. " John muttered.

"Im alive. " you mumbled.

"Barely." John spoke back.

"What am I gonna do with you? Ey? How do i sort you out. Fix you... Cuz' i know you ain't sleeping. And if you do eat, id be suprised because i ain't seen you ever take a tray up to that canteen." John price spoke, but to you, it all sounded like muddled up words of slight worry or concern.

"Im not sure if you can stay on feilds any longer like this, lieutenant." Price said. And that, made you open your eyes a bit. God, were you finally losing yourself forever? Or had that already happened.

Insomnia and a mind of storm and rain, takes its toll on people.