William, during his cardio workout as an assault on the treadmills, was confronted by one of the rookies that survived. Well, he was a corporal now. He looked at Luc, considering talking to the Corporal. It would be awkward to not talk after he'd been spoken to, after all. His story...Boy his story was old. He'd been in Paracom for so long, but memories of what he'd done flashed through his mind all the same.

"Yeah. I do have experience. One of the reasons I didn't die off when I started out with this place with one of the first batch of recruits." He stared into space as he continued running on the treadmill. "I was born and raised in England and that's as much personal detail you'll get from me, rookie. Battle experience, though..." Will chewed on the bottom of his lip, thinking of what to say.

"I was young at the time. First battle. Afghanistan." He changed the treadmill speed, running faster. "I was with a squad of a mixed bunch. Rookies mostly. I remember one guy, Richie. He was a nice lad. Potty mouth, but he was a soldier. Knack for explosives." He went quiet for a few moments. "He's dead now. Along with the rest of the squad." He didn't talk anymore, and just focused on running.