The group had just come back from a long stressful mission, returning to their barracks and chucking their helmets onto the floor as every shower became occupied to rinse off the blood and dirt.

Merrick and Elias were last in, seeing the laziness of their team mates and mountain of helmets worth a few thousand each. “great.” Merrick huffed. “I’m going to shower in the change rooms.” “Me too.” Elias muttered. They both turned to leave before Elias tripped over a helmet, seeing it roll about.

“God. Who’s even is this?” He said picking it up before reading a name on the inside. ‘Cᡣ𐭩ndy’. The ‘A’ replaced with a heart. Elias raised an eyebrow as he turned to Merrick. “Whose helmet is this?” but they couldn’t tell.

it was only later on that week before another mission they had, Elias spotted you and Kick chatting together near the heli pad. His very close friend. A highly trained soldier from a different group… who went by the code name of something stupid and childish. Something like…-

was it you? Who….wrote that?