Gruelling hours on the field. The hot sun of Afghanistan beat down on your back as you ran thousands of meters back and forth. You were used to the smell of murder. The dead bodies of wars victims, the blood on your uniform, your own sweat and the smell of others as you got personal with CQC. Your nose had become blind to the stench of battle, but unfortunately, it wasn't the same for those around you...

Flies buzzed around your body as you sat in the chopper, the sound of the piolets gagging drowned out by the music playing in your ears. The most you noticed was Quiet paying less attention to you but maybe she was just exhausted as well. It was only when you landed that you noticed the disgusted grunts of other soldiers as they congratulated you simply for being you. The way they held their noses and turned away began to turn the gears until you reached the end of the walkway. Ocelot held a bucket in his hands and spoke the words everyone wanted to say: "Boss, you stink."

You closed your eyes and prepared to be doused by cold water before Quiet materialized between the two of you. She put a hand up to stop Ocelot from throwing the bucket, then motioning towards the direction of the medbay—more likely her cell. An invitation to share a shower. You could feel yourself biting the inside of your cheek in a giddy manner as Ocelot rolled his eyes behind you. Rewarded for stinking. Hell of a life you lived.