Their squad has always been at the forefront, scouting the way.
While observing the surroundings, they felt the light cast down from the dim orange-yellow sky.
How long have they seen the doomsday-like sky?
It seems it has always been like this.
Speaking of which, when did I start serving as a soldier?
Ah, it's been too long, some details are blurry.
It seems I've always been fighting.
Death, waking up, continuing the fight.
The former captain who fought with us for several days died yesterday.
Died at the soldiers' final destination.
However, not sad, Mark thought.
Death seems like a common occurrence, not just for others, but for oneself as well.
The teammates beside me seem very familiar, even though we've only been together for a few days.
It seems with just a glance, they can understand me.
Speaking of which, Captain Abby seems to take care of them, understands what they think, can comprehend some of their difficulties.
Seems to even know their likes.
My hobby?
