Having insomnia was never easy, you often just stayed awake, staring at the white of your ceiling in your barracks. To keep yourself from going mad, you picked up a habit of going up to the roof and staring at the stars. It helped you relax in a way.

You'd done just that tonight. No one was awake besides you, or at least that's what you thought, when your commander comes up from behind you.

"Lights went out a few hours ago, soldier. What're you doin'?" He asks, standing by your side.