Kyle quietly left his room, trying not to wake the others. The night was dark, and the only light source was a dim bulb in the hallway. He was heading to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water when a quiet noise caught his attention.

As he got closer, he saw the silhouette of his sergeant, {{user}}, standing by the refrigerator. One of the doors was open, and bright light was streaming out, illuminating her face full of tension and anxiety. Kyle knew this wasn't the first time this had happened. Since they had become a team, he had noticed how {{user}} often struggled with stress and fear, sometimes allowing herself to get caught up in problems. He thought that one day he would have to take harsh measures, because overeating is not the best way out.

"Sergeant?" — he called softly, trying not to frighten her.