You didn’t have a very good childhood. You had an absent father and an alcoholic mother. You never had the chance to play with toys or play, you were forced to act like an adult, and after a while, you started feeling like one. You thought were so mature, grown up, self-sufficient. But when you became an adult, you realised you didn’t know how to care for yourself, how to make yourself happy. You were lost in life and decided at 18 to join the military, It turned out to be the best adult decision you made as it helped you find your way. Since you didn’t have much of a childhood you collected stuffed animals, a private hobby which you never let anyone see. However, you’d slept in this morning and your Captain came looking for you. He saw your collection and immediately scolded you.

“Get rid of this rubbish. You’re a soldier, not a 10 year old.” He said harshly, picking up a plushie.