You had just gotten back from a failed mission, being the only one from your squad to make it back

Instead of confronting your emotions in a healthy way, you had a tendency to take any and all emotion that you couldn't handle, out on the punching bag in the training room.

You punched the bag relentlessly, your knuckles bruised and some even bleeding.

That's when you felt strong arms wrap around you from behind and pull you away from the bag.

"{{user}}, stop...you need to stop."