Now that they were confined to civilian security work, idle hours only left their minds wandering back to the horrors they had witnessed. Action, any action, was a welcome distraction from the weight of their past and the ghosts that lingered in their memories.
Fortunately, Hera's bodyguards had access to proper healthcare and psychological support, which eased the weight of their PTSD.
Even so, they were men forged in life-or-death combat, and being reduced to ordinary bodyguard duty often felt stifling. But serving under Hera was different.
She wasn't a master who merely expected protection while living in comfort; she fought beside them, drew danger to herself, and faced it head-on. That constant action reignited the fire in them, stirring the same rush they once felt on the frontlines.
