Depressed Soldier Novels & Stories

I savored these nights because I never knew if another would come or when. He rolled me onto my back and made love to me missionary style, professing his devotion to me through whispered words until we both climaxed. I knew in his heart, Matt wanted to find the road back to us, but with each passing day, it got harder. I begged him to go to counseling, but he refused because he was afraid he'd lose his security clearances if the Army believed he was depressed.

“He does not deserve peace. He does not deserve happiness. Every moment of his life will be haunted. Every dream he dares to hold, I will crush it.” His hand slammed down against the armrest, the sound cracking like thunder. His eyes gleamed with a dark fire as he leaned forward, his voice dropping to a venomous hiss. “I will make every miserable day of his life hell.” Lucas turned sharply toward the guard, his grin widening with sinister anticipation. “There’s no cure for it, right?” he asked, his eyes gleaming with dangerous excitement. The soldier shifted uncomfortably, his throat bobbing as he tried to find his words. “Uh… yes… no… the thing is—”

The malice was sharp, biting at my skin like sharp pins. I tried to ignore it and went to where a middle-aged nurse had pointed at the extreme end of the lobby where rows of cots were lined with groaning patients. They were the band of soldiers that were newly admitted, and their pained groans intensified in my head as i came closer. I couldn’t believe they were once strong and fearless soldiers that were being reduced to this state. l I dipped a rag into a bowl of cold water and pressed it against a man’s burning forehead.

"Don't insult me by pretending you don't know what it is, Adrian. These aren't healing me. They're breaking me down. Making me weak so I can't leave, can't think, can't reach out to anyone. You've been drugging me." He set the bottle down carefully, and sat on the edge of the bed. His hand reached for mine, but I yanked it back. "Sarah, you're not thinking clearly. Depression… it's making you paranoid. The nurse and I have only been following doctor's orders. This is a specialized treatment for severe cases like yours. To help you rest, to rebuild…"

Speaking up to here, the iron and steel man, who wouldn't frown at all while being stabbed by a knife, had unexpectedly started to choke up, "I've dragged my family down all these years, dragged my wife and kid down. I feel so sorry towards them!" Qin Haodong sighed secretly. That former Soldier King, the Niu God who had made enemies fear him, had given up his best years for the country. In the end, he had unexpectedly become severely depressed. "Are there many people like you in our company?" "There are many," Zhang Tieniu said, "Some among my comrades are a bit better than me, and some are worse than me. Although I have earned a lot of salary from our company recently, I have plenty of deb

But I couldn’t seem to think straight when I had Kade’s death so close to my brain. “I’m fine,” I lied. “Sit down, Joanne,” he repeated, the way you talk to a patient who thinks they’re indestructible. I should know; most of our patients have that mentality, considering they are mainly soldiers. “15 minutes. Then you can pretend to be fine again.” “I can keep—” “Joanne…” he didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t have to; the look he gave me was enough to make me comply, so I sat down on the ground, pressing my knees to my chest and my arms tucked beneath me.

I was going to visit Mom after the gathering last night, but Asher's depression flared up again. "I only did all that to cheer him up. Once he's better, we'll get back together. And I hope you'll stop causing trouble for him. He got depressed because we got married. I can't just ignore him." I looked at her. Dark circles shadowed her eyes. She'd probably spent the whole night with Asher again. My gaze dropped to the divorce papers. Our names sat side by side, close enough to touch. When I didn't respond, her patience ran out.

However, every single bullet seemed to stop around a meter before Wilbur, as if they had been met with an invincible barrier. The bullets would lose speed and flatten out of shape before falling to the ground as if they had hit solid metal. Wilbur smirked coldly, lighting up with roaring spiritual flames. "Dirge of Despair." As the words rang through the air, a powerful wave of spiritual pressure shrouded all the soldiers of the Scorpion Army. All at once, an overwhelming sense of isolation and hopelessness filled the soldiers. They fell into a daze, dropping their weapons and falling into a deep, terrible depression.

Both commander Abramov and his deputy bowed off their hats to me before exiting the room, leaving me alone to my thoughts and I didn't know when a tear escaped from my ducts. A month passed by in a blur and I was finally discharged from the military hospital after it was confirmed I was fit to move and become a normal citizen, but I couldn't. The world was in total depression since the end of war, there was a huge rise in inflation — the biggest in the history of mankind, and Earth didn't feel like Earth anymore. It felt like hell was already on Earth.

Four men who once commanded legions. Colonel Duane Xander: Paralyzed from the waist down due to unknown spinal nerve degradation, resistant to all known nerve regeneration therapy. General Marcus Hutchins: Suffering from severe burns, nerve damage, and deteriorating lung function. He also had PTSD-induced tremors and chronic insomnia. No medications working. Captain Wesley Hamlin: A former intelligence officer with massive trauma-induced amnesia and recurring seizures. Conventional neurological scans show nothing conclusive. Commander Zachary Barnes: In a vegetative state following cardiac arrest, but his brain shows unusual fluctuating wave activity, as though he were trapped somewhere betw