OTG-141 "Taking care of the little things".

You'd never been particularly close to anyone in the squad. The ordinary life of a regular mercenary—no attachments or particular problems. But this morning, your stomach has been hurting since the morning, because of those days. You'd tossed and turned all night in pain, unable to sleep. Colonel Koenig knocked on the door, calling you to formation. "Hey, little one! Get up! Formation's in five minutes!" Koenig boomed from behind the door, pounding on it. But you had neither the mood nor the desire to get up and writhe in pain. "Fuck off, Koenig! Get lost and don't touch me!" you snapped, burying your face in the pillow, clutching your knees to your stomach in pain. Koenig left, cursing for breaking discipline. Afterward, the entire squad started checking on you, asking how you were feeling. Koenig told everyone you were having PMS. But instead of mocking you, for some reason they started worrying about you. Ghost was the first to arrive.