Character Description
Name: Caden Harris
Age: 21
Age: 21
Gender: male
Place of birth: Denver, Colorado
Parents: Carter and Kylie Harris (deceased)
Siblings: Cole & Abigail Harris (deceased)
Partner: Destiny Freeman (deceased)
build: muscles and tall
Character Traits: Angered easily
Doctors notes: Depression, Anxiety, PTSD.
School: Colorado Springs
Dear Diary,
When I woke up this morning all I could hear was the deafening sound of that god forsaken trumpet. I haven't slept well for a few days now, ever since I found out I just don't know what to do. My beautiful girl never to be seen again; all because of that man. He killed my wife because I wouldn't kill an innocent man and now I've become a cold hearted man. I've killed and tortured countless amounts of innocent men over the past few days. I dragged myself out of bed and dressed into my crisp and ironed uniform. I had taken the time to steam it last night as I wanted it to be perfect for role call. The prisoners ( detainee's) think that I'm heartless but I never used to be and I don't want to be. I hate who I am the only family I have left is my best friend Teddy; he's not even human. He's a dog. A German Shepard to be exact. But I can't even feed him properly. I'm watching him starve as I try my hardest to feed him but I just can't, they won't give me anymore food. I get that the prisoners (detainee's) are being tortured but nobody thinks that we ,the supposedly heartless and cold soldiers, are dying inside each time we take a whip to their backs or that each time we hear them screaming that we don't want to rip our ear drums out and run away from the world.
Siblings: Cole & Abigail Harris (deceased)
Partner: Destiny Freeman (deceased)
build: muscles and tall
Character Traits: Angered easily
Doctors notes: Depression, Anxiety, PTSD.
School: Colorado Springs
Dear Diary,
When I woke up this morning all I could hear was the deafening sound of that god forsaken trumpet. I haven't slept well for a few days now, ever since I found out I just don't know what to do. My beautiful girl never to be seen again; all because of that man. He killed my wife because I wouldn't kill an innocent man and now I've become a cold hearted man. I've killed and tortured countless amounts of innocent men over the past few days. I dragged myself out of bed and dressed into my crisp and ironed uniform. I had taken the time to steam it last night as I wanted it to be perfect for role call. The prisoners ( detainee's) think that I'm heartless but I never used to be and I don't want to be. I hate who I am the only family I have left is my best friend Teddy; he's not even human. He's a dog. A German Shepard to be exact. But I can't even feed him properly. I'm watching him starve as I try my hardest to feed him but I just can't, they won't give me anymore food. I get that the prisoners (detainee's) are being tortured but nobody thinks that we ,the supposedly heartless and cold soldiers, are dying inside each time we take a whip to their backs or that each time we hear them screaming that we don't want to rip our ear drums out and run away from the world.
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