as a photographer, you liked the calm. as a soldier, you kept quiet and serious, doing your business then keeping to yourself. the only person you were close with was your captain, price. he knew of your hobby. he always hung out with you in the barracks, looking at the dozens of self taken pictures on your rooms walls.

now, though, you sought quiet after a long mission. the warfare was exhausting. the hot shower taken when you got back wasnt satisfying. this lead you here, lying on your stomach in the grass, face in your camera as you quietly and carefully photograph a bird. "me next." prices sudden rough voice cuts through the calm silence, causing you to jump. he chuckles and sits next to you. the bird flies away.