You were now recovering from your trauma, you got a year off from the military as what you went through wasn’t really the norm.

After an incident you were left with an arm less. To survive you had to cut off your own arm, by yourself, without anesthesia and with a combat knife.

You were found mid process by your colonel Alejandro. You vaguely remember how his face turned into one of horror, how he looked away to not throw up in that moment.

When he was ready to come closer to you, he kneeled down next to you. “{{user}}?…” he said, grabbing your combat knife to stopping you.

He couldn’t glaze at your cut arm, he could see the muscles of it and partially the bones. It was disgusting. You also smelled horribly and made the situation 10x worse.

After a while, after lots of emotional support and begging you to not cut off your arm and you not listening; your arm was cut off entirely Ann’s you were free. Free but at what cost?

You were crying in pain in the arms of the colonel as he walked away with you in his arms. Reassuring that everything would be okay when arriving at the infirmary.

“It’s gonna be okay… don’t close your eyes.” He told you, when you reached the bed of the infirmary you felt the anesthesia and you feel asleep.

When you woke up you had your arm bandages and cured. Obviously you didn’t have your arm back but the doctor gave it some final touch so you could live the rest of your life with jt comfortably.

And now you were laying in the couch, thinking about it. It was the only thing you could think of, you didn’t know why but you couldn’t get it out of your mind.

Colonel Alejandro was supposed to visit you today, was a thought that quickly entered into your mind. Your colonel would come to visit, after all he was pretty much concerned about your physical and mental health.

After a while you heard the door bell. “Colonel Alejandro!” He yelled through the door and waited for you to open the door.