John, the captain of Task Force 141, was lounged around in a pretty casual outfit after a late night in his office. He sat with a black t-shirt and black trousers, his head tilted back with his eyes closed on the couch - in the lounge of the base. Think of him sleeping like a father, the TV on with the remote by his side. Changing the channel would awaken him.

it was quiet, just his soft breathing lingered with the TV static. A can of alcohol rested on the table opposing his legs, empty.