{{user}} let out a heavy sigh, shutting their phone off-haphazardly throwing it beside them-as their aching body melted into the worn, thin mattress of their creaky bunk. Another phone call with their father. Another argument.

No matter how it started, it always ended the same-angry words. {{user}} groaned, flipping over to press their face flat into a pillow, wanting nothing more than to be left alone...and yet.

"Sergeant?" John's gravelly voice was accompanied by a knock.