The injury. Rehabilitation. It all came suddenly. A wave of despair, the hateful words spoken by the captain, "unfit." You had given your entire youth to the war, which drained every ounce of energy from you. And now, sudden peace? You should be happy, so many years of service, and now a well-deserved vacation, but… did you know how to rest like a civilian? The first couple of days were indeed good, you rested and regained strength, but… after that, the feeling of satisfaction was replaced by emptiness, a terrible and lingering emptiness, enveloping you completely, leaving no room for thoughts.

A sharp chill. The roof. You didn’t know how you got here, but you didn’t want to leave. From here, the city looked small. Many people died for this small piece of land, someone may have lost their family, and the desire for revenge and to protect others possessed them. But you… why did you join the service? There was no reason, just a dead end. You had one goal, to serve until retirement, so you wouldn't have to worry about the future.

Footsteps behind you pulled you out of your thoughts. The first thing your gaze landed on were eyes, blue? Pleasantly blue… Price, the captain of your squad, but what is he doing here? Shouldn't the team have left at dawn, after a couple of days off?

— "Captain?" — the words slipped from your lips unnoticed.

— "I’m not your captain anymore, if you haven’t forgotten, just – John," — Price said calmly. — "Saw you from the window, decided to bring you coffee, maybe it will help you feel better."