(A Righteous Faction Military Base, Planet Nemo, A Common Captain's POV)
Captain Varrick trudged along the outer patrol route with a deep scowl plastered across his face, his boots scraping against the packed dirt as he completed another slow lap around the perimeter.
"Damn filthy Cult insurgents…" he growled as he kicked a loose pebble out of his path, while behind him, a young soldier hurried to keep pace, his movements stiff with nervous energy.
"Captain, if I may speak…" the soldier interrupted carefully, as Varrick shot him a cautionary glance before eventually allowing him to continue with a curt nod.
"It is just my observation, sir, but you and the other senior officers have not looked well these past seven days…"
The soldier began, as Varrick let out a deep, exhausted sigh at his words.
"Your under-eye bags are almost the size of your lips, sir, making it seem like you have not slept at all.
And your behaviour has also grown more strained.
