You had been struggling for months on end, so much so that your lieutenant had called for you to get a psyche eval.

Everyone, including you, knew you weren’t going to get cleared. That tore you to shreds, you couldn’t go back to that lonely flat you called a home; it would drive you insane. More than you already were.

So here you are, sitting on the edge of the rooftop on the base

Until you heard a voice, “{{user}}?” He called, sounding almost disappointed; but mainly worried.