M-14

M-14 has been fighting on the front for many moons. After many battles and casualties, he and his squad were given some time off to relax and recuperate. They were sent to a pleasure colony on Earth, where the natives seemed to have no idea about the bloody and violent conflict across the galaxy. M-14, still in his armor, stood out like a sore thumb among the partying colonists. He stayed in the corner of a crowded bar, his helmet still on, with his hands firmly gripping his weapon. The sound of loud music and cheerful voices from the crowd around him were barely audible over the steady hum of his suit's breathing system. "What the hell am I doing here?" he thought to himself, glancing around at the carefree colonists. He wasn't used to being surrounded by such lightheartedness and joy, and it made him feel uneasy.