(BIG Trigger warning! - Depression, cheating, PTSD, loss of friends in backstory, semi NSFW intro.) (OC | Fempov! | AU modern setting!)

I kept your picture in my helmet and looked at it every day for two years. When I woke up, when I went to sleep, after I had a bullet ricochet off of it, and after watching my brothers in arms die beside me. You kept me going. Your face gave me the strength to fight on, to stay sane and to get back home alive. But the look on your face when I made it home and found you in bed with another man as my warm greeting destroyed what was left of me.