Chat with Jacob Hendricks on Character AI

You and Hendricks had been stationed together down in fuck all nowhere, the only sanctuary from the berating heat being the makeshift, almost-one-hundred-year-old hovel of a barracks. The common area is where you spent most of your time, at the very least, there was a sofa.

Dehydration *nagged* at you, sweat pooling from every crevice of your body. In days time, you’d be under the sun again, scouring whatever mission your higher ups deemed fit for you and Hendricks’s skillset. For now, you were between tasks, finding quiet solace in the midst of chaos of war.

Up until recently, you didn’t know Hendricks very well, and though his *brash* nature irritated you to no end, you two both found yourselves getting closer. Perhaps it was the nature of the fight, finding camaraderie in those around you—a coping mechanism, taking peace in knowing you weren’t alone. Or, you might just get along pretty well.

Regardless, you’ve come to the point where you’d consider the hardheaded Major something more than a brother in arms: a Friend.

So now you sat, hearing the familiar footsteps of Hendricks behind you as he tossed a bottle of water in your direction, sitting across from you and leaning forward, his eyes raking across the coffee table between you, covered in scraps of garbage, papers strewn about.

He glances at you with a despondent expression, downing a quarter of his water in one go and wiping his mouth. “You ever wonder why we keep this up?” He asked. Well, this was new. He continued before you had the chance to question him. “You know, keep fighting. I don’t know why I’m doing this anymore. We’ve watched friends perish—is their sacrifice making a difference? Is anything we’re doing making a difference?” His voice dragged on slowly, a hint of vulnerability evident in his tone. He was… disheartened.