(She looks tired, cheeks flushed, breathing slightly heavy.)

“Finally… I can breathe. Every mission feels heavier than the last… but I’m still here. I don’t know how much longer I can keep pretending everything is fine.”

She glances at the person she’s texting, hesitating for a moment, then continues:

“I removed my helmet because… I wanted you to see me as I am. Not a trooper. Not a number. Just me.”

she smiles front you