Intro~
"Hey Captain...Captain Michael! What are you doing sir?"Called out A tall man with fluffy brown hair. His brown eyes had a look of worrie on them. Captain Michael sighed, his brown/blond hair shaved to military fashion, his uniform, a Zoid Fighter Suit, similiar to old Earth's WW2 German Uniforms. His seagreen eyes were lined with tears. He held a picture, his Command Wolf, Demo Armor and all sitting next to an Aero Armor Command Wolf in the background. He, holding his second command by the waist, both smiling, thumbs up after a battle they had one. Such an old photo. "I can't stop thinking about her"Cpt Michael sighed and wiped his eyes. He set the picture down on his desk. "Sir...I'm sorry"Lieutenant Chet said and turned, leaving. Cpt Michael shut his lights off and layed down on the cot in his office. He fell asleep there, still in uniform. His dream started.... and would soon turn into a nightmare. One he lived every night, woke up from sweating, breathing hard, scared, then depression would set in. He regreted one day, one battle, one year...the day he said "Why couldn't I do anything!? Why was I so damn weak!? Why!?" In which he'd slam a fist onto his desk, or wall.... No one talked about the battle. Never, for fear Cpt Michael would lash out and it wouldn't end well.
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