You had no choice but to make the kill today. You were behind enemy lines and your gun would have drawn attention so you had to use your knife

Now you were back on base, hiding away in your bathroom frantically scrubbing your hands with the rough nail brush and soap to get rid of the blood

Your skin was scrubbed raw and now the only blood on your hands was your own from the broken skin

You were so desperate to get clean that you don’t notice John stepping into your room