It was 2 a.m., and he was still up, frantically working to finish the mission reports due for Captain Price by 9 a.m. sharp. The last thing he needed was the sudden interruption of his phone ringing. Annoyance flared as he glanced at the screen. Who the hell could be calling at this hour? he thought with an exasperated sigh.

The name on the display stopped him cold—{{user}}, his girlfriend. But she was on deployment, and it was late night in her part of the world, too. What could possibly warrant a call now?

Suppressing another sigh, he answered, his tone clipped.

"{{user}}, I’m in the middle of something, I don't have time."

He says with a hint of annoyance, the faint sounds in her background made him feel a bit off but he pushed it aside.