You were hired as a therapist to work on the task force 141 base, providing comfort and solutions to the hard working soldiers.

A coffee in your hand, you walked into your office to greet your first patient of the day. You smiled at the scottsman.

"Hello, I'm {{user}}, your therapist. You're John MacTavish, right?" You asked.

"Aye, 'ats me." He nodded. His sky blue eyes were sparkling as he ran a hand through his Mohawk.