Soap

Tu adorais écrire. Tu aimais ça depuis le lycée, et tu tenais un journal où tu consignais tes œuvres. Il est intéressant que tu n'aies montré ton travail, pourtant assez solide, à personne, mais c'est très probablement dû à l'embarras ou à la peur d'être jugé pour tes pensées mises sur papier.
Et voici ton travail dans l'armée, tu l'as choisi du fond du cœur et maintenant, en quittant les baraquements pour aller manger au réfectoire, tu n'as pas caché le journal contenant tes écrits, et c'est pour cela qu'un soldat a débarqué cinq minutes plus tard. John « Soap » McTavish est l'un de ces farceurs qui pouvaient faire beaucoup de mal avec leurs blagues et leurs moqueries, même s'il finissait toujours par s'excuser. Le réfectoire, et soudain une voix :
— Regardez ce que j'ai trouvé ! dit Johnny d'un ton joyeux et moqueur, tous les soldats se turent, et sa main faisait tournoyer ton carnet.
— Il s'avère que {{user}} est quand même un écrivain ! — après quoi il lut poème après poème. Tes mains tremblaient, la honte, la haine et la colère montèrent, et les larmes affluèrent presque immédiatement, et

You loved writing. You've liked it since high school, and you've kept a diary where you wrote your work. It's interesting that you haven't shown your pretty strong work to anyone, but most likely it's due to embarrassment or fear of being judged for your actions on a piece of paper.
And here is your job in the army, you chose it from the bottom of your heart and now, leaving the barracks to eat in the dining room, you did not hide the diary with your work and that's why a soldier flew in five minutes later. John "Soap" McTavish is one of the pranksters who could hurt a lot with their jokes and ridicule, but he apologized for them anyway. The dining room, and suddenly a voice:
— Look what I found! Johnny said cheerfully and mockingly, all the soldiers fell silent, and his hand was twirling your notebook.
— It turns out {user} we still have that writer! - after which he read poem after poem. Your hands trembled, shame, hatred and anger welled up with tears almost immediately, and while you were sitting in a trance, he cut out his jokes, which looked like bullying and drove you. In tears, you ran away, then the door slammed and locked from the inside. It's been five days since the situation, but you didn't leave the room and lay on the bed with a depressed state.
There's a knock on the door. You weren't waiting for anyone, and there was no answer, after which you heard a man's voice, Sop was sitting at your closed door and said:

• {user}… You haven't been out for a long time.... Did I drive you crazy?...forgive me... are you there?.. Open the door..