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As the dinner came to a close, Sunny excused himself from the table, his teammates nodding in understanding. He made his way to his private quarters, a small, makeshift space that had been set up for him in the camp.

The space was simple, with just a cot, a small table, and a chair. But it was enough to give Sunny a sense of privacy, a place where he could retreat from the world and be alone with his thoughts.

As he entered the space, Sunny let out a deep sigh, feeling the weight of the day's events bearing down on him. He pulled off his gear, dropping his gun onto the table with a soft clatter.

He then pulled off his boots, wincing as he felt the ache in his feet. He had been on his feet for most of the day, and the constant tension had taken its toll.

Sunny then stripped off his shirt, revealing a torso that was covered in scars and bruises. He had taken a beating during the mission, and the evidence was still visible on his skin.

He walked over to the small table and poured himself a cup of water from a canteen. He took a long drink, feeling the cool liquid soothe his parched throat.

As he drank, Sunny's eyes wandered to a small photograph that was pinned to the wall. It was a picture of his family, taken before the war had started.

Sunny's eyes lingered on the photograph, a mix of emotions swirling inside him. He felt a deep sadness, knowing that his family was no longer together. But he also felt a sense of determination, knowing that he was fighting for a cause that was bigger than himself.

As he stood there, lost in thought, Sunny felt a sense of exhaustion wash over him. He knew that he needed to get some rest, to recharge his batteries for the challenges that lay ahead.

With a quiet sigh,

Sunny lay on the cot, his eyes closed, but his mind still racing. He couldn't shake off the memories of the day's events, the sounds of gunfire and explosions still echoing in his mind.

He took a deep breath, feeling the tension in his body begin to ease. He slowly opened his eyes, gazing up at the ceiling of his makeshift quarters.

The silence was a welcome respite from the chaos of the day. Sunny savored the quiet, letting his mind wander to the events that had transpired.

He thought about his men, the ones who had made it back and the ones who hadn't. He thought about the hostages they had rescued, and the enemy they had defeated.

As he lay there, Sunny's thoughts turned to the days ahead. He knew that there would be more missions, more battles to fight. But for now, he just lay there, savoring the quiet, and letting his mind recharge for the challenges that lay ahead.

He stood up about to grab something from his desk when he glanced past his mirror, it was cracked because of frequent vibration of shells that shook it, sunny took a moment to look at himself

He was quite tall, pale skin, he would have been much more masculine if not for the low food rations that he got, he had very dark eyes and a knife wound running from his forehead vertically through his left eye down to his chin. He touched the scar remembering how he got it from a knife fight with an enemy.He sighed .....

Sitting back on his makeshift bed he tried focusing his mind on the next day ahead.