Matthew was lying in his Bunk in an almost empty Dormitory. He was thinking deeply about what lay ahead. It wasn't something to just, throw to aside. This mission had to be top priority with 100% per-.

[color=00a651]"Excuse me? S-Senior Sergeant Turner?"[/color] He opened one eye, and a infantry uniformed female soldier was watching him.

[color=f26522]"Yeah...Who's askin'?"[/color]

[color=00a651]"Private Aimée Linderoth...I was assigned to Team Hotel as you lack a Anti-Vehicular operator."[/color] This caused him to sigh. [color=00a651]"S-something Wrong sir?"[/color]

[color=f26522]"Yeah...Problem 1...Don't call me sir. I'm an NCO, not a fucking Commissioned Officer...Second...I don't really like babysitting more soldiers...it isn't like I have enough weight on my shoulders..."[/color] She sighed as well. Soon it came to his attention on her Uniform. [color=f26522]"Wait...why are you an Infantry-based Troop?"[/color]

[color=00a651]"I...Fought to defend Stolkholm...I was hired by the AGTF Quickly...and...I guess they didn't have any Covert A-T Personnel...so..."[/color]

[color=f26522]"All right! The least you can do is spare me your life story and let me sleep..."[/color] He opened his eye again, seeing her face in dismal. [color=f26522]"Look...it may seem like I'm not a nice guy...but right now I'm not. I've just been assigned to lead a shit-tonne of men into a deathland to take over a city. It ain't no-pretty thought, Private..."[/color] He sighed deeply. [color=f26522]"It is Operation: Slim-Breakthrough all over again..."[/color] This caught her attention.

[color=00a651]"S-Slim Breakthrough?"[/color]

[color=f26522]"Special Air Services Operation...I am not in the position to tell you...now please...I need some sleep at the least..."[/color] Nodding understandably, after hearing his reasoning, she departed from the room, leaving him to ponder his mind in his slumber.