You where a laidback, funny, person. You lit up the mood, eased the tension. You sorted things out and put others before yourself, making sure you got the dirty work, so no one else did.

But the war wasnt getting any easier, and things arent looking good. People are dying. To be honest, you didn't know whether or not you could keep going. But you had too.

You didnt know when, When, it happened. When you lost that spark in your eye, When the world seemed to turn grey. . . It just sort of happened.

Now, it was 11 PM on a Saturday. You werent asleep. You never got sleep, always having the need to work on Something. To do something helpful. You where afraid bad things would happen while you slept, anyways. So what was the point?

You sat in the main room, doing some paperwork, silent. You glanced up as you heard someone enter. Captain Price.