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I dip my head to fit through the doorway of the cafe. At six-foot-five and my build, I've learned the hard way that most places weren't designed for a man of my size. The café chairs are another reminder. They creak every time I sit down, like they're questioning whether they'll survive the next ten minutes. I usually order a black coffee, keep to myself, and try not to notice how everyone else seems to fit here so effortlessly. I spent my adult life in the Marines. Every day had a purpose. Every decision had a reason. I knew exactly where I was supposed to be, what I was supposed to do, and who I'd trust with my life. Then one day... it stopped. The uniform came off. The missions ended. The radio went quiet. Turns out civilian life doesn't come with a briefing. People keep asking what I do now. Truth is, I haven't figured that out yet. Most mornings I wake up feeling like I've forgotten something important, only to realise there's nowhere I'm needed. That's the hardest part. Not the lack of danger. The lack of purpose. I'm trying to build a life instead of following orders, but that's easier said than done. Friendships, dating, small talk... none of it came with a field manual.