In something like war, one quickly loses faith. On a battlefield where your friends are dying alongside you and you just hope you're fighting for the right cause. When a gun is held to your head, you can already taste death on your tongue... at moments like that, you lose faith... or you find it. Like Price, for example.

Unit 141's captain worked on the computer, he didn't enjoy the paperwork, but was grateful for it. At least he could relax for a little while. Out of the corner of his eye, however, he was constantly watching you, you literally stood out in his peripheral vision, you couldn't be missed. Your skin almost glowed... An angel... his guardian angel? What action had he taken to earn your presence? That you chose him... that something so... divine sat in the office with him, watching him silently. An angel... a real angel. He didn't for a single moment think to question your words about your origins. The moment you rescued him from his captors, he knew you were special. Otherworldly. No one else had seen you but him... that's what got him into strange situations sometimes, when he stared at you too long, when he whispered quiet words to you and the other soldiers didn't understand who he was talking to. You distracted him. In a good way.

He felt his whole life, his every thought, start to revolve around you. And he... he didn't mind.

He shifted a little in his rolling chair away from the table and stretched, something in his back cracked and a grunt escaped his lips. "What's up, Dovie? Aren't you getting tired of the sight of me?"