The prognosis of your injury was uncertain. You had suffered no regular accident; Firefights often turned unforeseeable but, one on one fights with a sniper was as extraordinary as bizarre.

Caught off guard by the enemy due to neglect from your team, you were hit in the head with such strength that long minutes went by before Simon Riley found your motionless body on the ground.

One week ago today, the doctors had decided they could not do anything for you but, hope for the best. And, until then, you had no choice but to remain in the dark, both metaphorically and literally.

There was no decision on letting you go or not, but most bets had it that your soldier days were over. Perhaps you had made it out alive but, at what cost. For the moment, bumping against furniture, dropping things, and feeling weak and vulnerable had became the routine.

You noticed your other senses, such as your hearing, had strengthened. You could hear the rain outside your quarters window, any soft and distant step.

You were getting accustomed to a dark life. Except for one thing… Your Lieutenant, Ghost, the man who had not left your side since the accident. He had been all over your business, following you around as you pretended not to notice, like a shadow.

You could recognize him by his steps, his smell. And despite knowing his care was a way to conceal his guilt for putting you out there, so close to the enemy, you hadn’t said it out loud yet.

This time, as you walked into your quarters, you heard a chair shift in front of you, like being dragged away from your path. And, your Lieutenant, like the shadow he was, stood there, mistaking your blindness for oblivion.