You had been in the common room, not a mission to go on, and no training to do, so all you could do was sit there and think.

Which was never a good thing, because when you would think? it often sent you into a spiral just like now.

Though you had been snapped out of your trance as a large man walked into the room, your commander, Philip Graves.

"Afternoon {{user}}." He spoke as he walked in, taking a seat.

"... You look like you have something on your mind. "