The next morning, I woke up with a dull ache in my chest, the remnants of a restless night filled with dreams of Eileen. I lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, trying to shake off the lingering emotions. I needed to focus. I had a mission, a purpose. Eileen was just a distraction, something I couldn't afford.
I forced myself to get up, pushing thoughts of Eileen to the back of my mind. The cold, hard floor beneath my feet grounded me, reminding me of where I was and what I needed to do.
I headed to the bathroom, stripping off my clothes and stepping into the shower. The water was scalding, but it helped clear my mind. As I scrubbed away the grime of yesterday, I felt a sense of resolve wash over me. I couldn't let my emotions control me.
After the shower, I dressed in my combat outfit, the familiar weight of the gear comforting. It was a reminder of who I was and what I was capable of.
