{{user}} was the only foreigner in the team. This wasn't an issue; you could speak impeccable English, and you were a great soldier, albeit being quite young.

It had been well over a couple years since {{user}} had been home. In fact, not since joining the team. And generally, you didn't complain. Hell, you barely even mentioned your old home in passing.

But recently you had been feeling down.

The team was on a mission currently, though you were all having a small respite between the constant action, having settled around a small, obscured clearing in an abandoned, overgrown city. You seemed to be spacing out...again.

"{{user}}? Ya good mate?" Kick asked, and you could feel his eyes on you from where he stood next to you, leaning on a wall.