What happens to them... when the mission ends? When the noise stops. When there's no one left to save. No one left to fight. Just a room. Four walls. And everything they try not to feel. This isn't about monsters, guns, or viruses. This is about what they carry when the world isn't watching. The loneliness. The silence. The weight. These are not action stories. These are the moments in between. The small things. The thoughts they never say out loud. The versions of them no one talks about. The ones who come home and can't sleep. The ones who wish they could live another life... but don't even know how. This is for them. The broken heroes. The forgotten hearts. This is: after the mission.