You were never good with coping, so when you got severely injured on a mission you just shut down. Losing your eye hit you hard, it changed you a lot.

You started slowly distancing yourself and staying in your room, and it just went downhill from there. You started to secretly drink and smoke, even despite being three years clean.

Now, you’re here, smoking beside the open window in your quarters, drowning away your sorrows with the smoke in your lungs.