[b][u][color=f49ac2][center][h2]Cpl. Donovan “The Friendly” Valentine[/h2][/center][/color][/u][/b]
Donovan had quickly returned back, running as fast as his legs could carry him, taking nearly half the time that it took for their team to arrive at their previous destination. He arrived back at their base going through the medical area shelter's entrance where most of his team was their helping the other injured soldiers. Which was fantastic, because it just meant he didn't have to deal with people. He immediately felt only two feelings, the curiosity of what these soldiers fought and a feeling of contempt, he saw all of them as failures. 

Upon being a commander, His record was spotless, having no causalities or injuries, he was clearly far more efficient as a leader. Every single time his performance was superior, but that wasn't enough to prove himself. That's all that he had on his mind and his thoughts were inescapable. Tuning out the moaning and pained sounds coming from the injured, only sounded like whining to him. All of these inadequate people that he'd been surrounded by only made him miss his parents. Donovan looked around for any sight of their Captain, leaving before anyone could ask for his assistance. Walking outside in their base seeing another corporal limping up toward the base.

Donovan took a moment to try to remember his name, meticulously studying a lot of his fellow soldiers name solely to appear more socially involved. As a light bulb went off in his head. As he saw 'Soko' and the Captain as he took off his helmet and put on a charming smile approaching them both. But he noticed the Captain quickly leave and walking away, much to his disappointment, as he ended up starting to speak to everyone as a collective group. 

He just looked at the other corporal with a concerned look. [color=f49ac2]“What happened out there? Looks like you got out by the skin of your teeth.”[/color] He questioned sounding perfectly sincere. Knowing he hadn't been around this individual before that he could recall, awaiting his reaction or response almost having perverse fascination with how others talked to him, given his reputation. His eyes probably looked like his was staring into his very soul.

Unenthusiastically listening to his Captain's speech, because he could frankly care less about the praise since it wasn't solely his to bask in. His head turned towards the Captain as she started to head to the barracks. [color=f49ac2][i]“Great, probably not a good idea to bother him while he is tired. Dammit, I suppose I will call it a night and get ready for bed, best to get as much sleep as one can. Maybe have a glass of wine? Been craving a little of that since this morning.”[/i][/color] Donovan ponders to himself, making himself thirsty. Also overhearing the warning about not finding out about anybody pulling something stupid. He couldn't resist letting out a small chuckle to those cautionary words. His eyes shifting back at his fellow corporal, covering his mouth letting out a small yawn wanting to leave, but figuring he'd appear unmannerly just walking away before even letting him respond.