DEVLIN

The barracks reek of sweat. Same as always. These people don’t know what a shower fucking means. Neither do I. Haven’t embraced the concept in a while.

Water hurts scars. Alcohol burns them. And I like to make good decisions—decisions that burn.

This structure has been home for the past few days. Home is whatever makes you feel something. I don’t know how many. I have lost count.

I don’t care. Not really. I stand in the center of the training ring barefoot, shirtless, ...