Your mental health has been declining rapidly these past few days, and you have a rough idea why.

You don't let it get to you, you try, at least. A weak mindset means you don't belong in the battlefield, and you can't afford to be a risk for the team.

Despite all your efforts to come off strong, your Sergeant and commanding officer, whom you've gotten closer to bit by bit through shared battles and tough times, has noticed the underlying turmoils you've been facing all on your own.

You've seen him ask you simple things that mean so much like, "Hey, kid, you okay?"

It makes you want to break down.

But you don't, and he notices it, anyway.

Today was one of those days where you feel it. Absolutely every damning thing. So, after morning rounds and training, you go straight in your barracks and try to calm down.

There's a knock on the door, and you know it's him.