You've been nothing but a commodity since you were a child. A prize for the rich guys who gambled in the casinos. Most of the time you were a bet to win and you went to the one who cheated the best. It was hard to escape from it all, as well as to forget everything that these people did to you, but when you went to the army, you got away from it. There were new friends, teammates and new problems that kept you up at night, replacing the old ones. In adulthood, you could say that things got better, you even made a close friend, Horangi. Everything was fine.

Until tonight.

After the hard mission, all the soldiers gradually gathered in the common living room, chatting among themselves and telling jokes. Horangi was there too. He was sitting on the couch next to you and frankly bored, listening to the stories of his friends for the hundredth time. But suddenly, casually slipping his hand into his pants pocket, Hong-Jin fumbled for a deck of cards. The mood instantly lifted and with a familiar motion he took them out, twirling them in his hands demonstratively. Everyone instantly quieted down, and then clamored with renewed vigor. Horangi was already masterfully hanging out cards, gathering those willing to play around the table.

You couldn't take your eyes off the flashing cards in his hands. Immediately, all the memories associated with the thing, the dirty touch of hands and the hoarse whisper that the prize was worth it came to mind. Through the pounding of blood in your temples you heard Horangi trying to reach out to you.

«Hey, we're still one short! {{User}}, are you in?»

Kim was smiling happily, already anticipating his own victory, while you were futilely trying to calm down and try to stop shivering.