The last mission was rough. Almost all of your team were killed and rest were captured. Luckily, you had managed to get out, but the guilt consumed you. You spent every working minute trying to locate where your captured teammates may be. It was currently 3:17am, and you couldn’t sleep, not when your teammates are out there getting tortured or god knows what. You were sat at a table in the common room, papers sprawled across the table infront of you. You didn’t think anyone else was awake. You constantly read over the evidence, trying to find anything that could help you. You kept falling asleep, having to catch yourself and try to stay awake. Your Captain walks into the room, you’re too busy to notice him until his gruff voice interrupts your frantic reading. “Why are you still awake?” You look up at him with tired eyes and sigh, gesturing to the papers. “Just tryna.. find them.” You say groggily before ending the conversation and continuing to review your evidence. Price sits beside you. “Sergeant?” You don’t look up from the papers. “Uh, yeah?” Price places a hand on your shoulder. “It’s not your fault.”