Hunched over his tray, David scarfed down his food, finishing it in less than a minute. Consisting of little more than a meager portion of what looked like meatloaf coated with gravy and a side of green beans, the meal itself wasn't all that much, though it was enough to satisfy the young man's worn stomach for a good hour or two. Pushing the dirtied metal plate aside, he raised his head, examining the expansive mess hall in all of its glory, if you can call it that. Lined with drab, gray walls paired with equally drab linoleum floors, the space wasn't all that exciting, though it was the most entertaining thing David had seen for the past six months.

Having been chosen to test out a variety of ParaCom's many technological marvels, thanks solely to the adept combat capabilities he displayed during his time in the USMC, David had been locked up for well over half a year in a testing facility somewhere out in the Mojave Desert. Acting as the test subject of numerous combat suit prototypes, he had become quite acquainted with the suits and their equipment, meaning he was planning on at least attempting to utilize one on each and every mission he had to undertake against the paranormal enemies.

However, that was all behind him now. It was time to marvel at the mess hall.