My Survival. . . II Tord X Fem!Reader II

!WARNING! GORE AND STRONG LANGUAGE WILL BE PRESENT IN THIS FIC!
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Y/n has always tried to stay strong, her brain always telling her that to survive, she needn't flinch at what was happening around her, she needed to remain ignorant ; but her heart always ended up pulling her back down, telling her she needed to stop it, to stop the death, the pain, the screaming, the nightmares, the stress, the emotional pain that was slowly tearing at every corner of her fragile mind. . .

It was all slowly driving her insane, her subconscious being pulled apart by her bickering thoughts and feelings. She would often cry, cry in the corner of her tent after training, everything including her soul, aching, from the emotional damage she's suffered, from all the stress pilled ontop of her her 24 7... those unneeded deaths. All those innocent people that have died by her own hand, even her own parents. . . .

one day, after another day of insufferable, muscle-straining training, she was called into the new generals, tent. What happened next, made her want to cry, with both joy and misery, a horrible feeling of fear and dread washing over her. Who she saw in that tent, shocked her, made her almost jump out of her skin, someone that caused her skin to pale, even though she'd come face to face with him before, yet he was still someone that made her stomach churn in disgust and fear. . .