A/N Double-Drabble! Enjoy this angst! XD I will be back with more writings soon!
Soldiers had one purpose. Following orders. Nothing else mattered, right? Nothing. If following orders meant that no one liked him, that was fine, right? If following orders meant that he was the one who made his brothers stop laughing in the middle of a joke, that was fine because he was following orders, right?
Dogma looked up from his reflections as the door whooshed open, and a group of laughing troopers walked in. All were late for curfew, but Rex was out with the generals so he wouldn't find out. They could have fun.
He, per usual, was in bed on time. But no one else was. And it was cold. Lonely. So he couldn't sleep. The horrors of war showed up in the darkness and silence.
The group of troopers glanced to him, then away again. Not paying him another glance. He had a reputation, after all.
Good soldiers follow orders.
Dogma laid back down and turned over so he was facing the wall. Yes. He was a good soldier. And nothing else mattered... All he needed to do... was follow... orders...
And Dogma drifted off, the sound of his brothers laughter ringing in his ears. Haunting his dreams.
