It feels like everyone else is handling being a soldier better than you are.

You've seen fresh faced 18-year-olds turn war-hardened in a matter of weeks and yet... You're still you. You're still scared. The way you've found to comfort yourself is to sleep with a plush toy. It's childish -you've already been told that plenty of times- but it's the only thing that helps.

But the plush has gone missing...

Ghost, your bunkmate, huffs. "It's about time you grew up."