[b][u][color=f49ac2][center][h2]Cpl. Donovan “The Friendly” Valentine[/h2][/center][/color][/u][/b]
Donovan didn't wake up from the morning's light peering through the barracks neither did the ghastly nightmares that caused him to alter the position he was sleeping, every couple of minutes throughout that entire night. Most importantly, he didn't wake up on his own. Donovan arose and quickly tried to dress and make himself decent, feeling his hair standing up. As he completely aware someone was on the other side of the door, and frankly it better of been Captain Saiyako or they needed a really good reason they woke him up early. Despite him despising being awoken by someone else, he got himself ready in about a minute. Luckily unlike most, he rarely got hangovers anymore. Despite that specific wine bottle having an alcoholic content level closer to fifty percent and the amount he guzzled down would of probably knocked some unconscious.

Fabricating the best indiscernible and counterfeit smile he could muster, he popped his head outside taking a moment to clear his throat and change his tone to sound pleasant seeing it was just another solider on their team, and no one actually significant. [color=f49ac2]“Yes? Did you have something to discuss with yours truly?”[/color] Donovan asked even trying to sound playful, believing he sounded very charming. Though his smug demeanor wasn't hard to spot at the moment, though by how cautious the individual looked it was safe to assume he already knew about Donovan's performance quite well. It took him slightly longer than it should of to actually respond, the solider not looking directly at him. Donovan glaring eyes could easily tell the solider felt like he was about to learn what shooting the messenger meant, but it made him even more impatient waiting for a proper reply since it was clearly had to be something important to wake him up.

Donovan exhaled some calmly finding that being respected had some disadvantages.[color=f49ac2] “What did you need solider? You had something important to tell me right?”[/color] Donovan asked again not bothering to recall their name, stepping fully outside his room. The man nodded swiftly in response. [color=gray]“Sorry for waking you, I was told that you have a call on hold for you right now.”[/color] The solider answered. [color=f49ac2]“Thank you.” [/color] Donovan replied sounding polite but couldn't help but think. [color=f49ac2][i]“Idiot, it shouldn't of taken you so long to tell me, I don't want to keep someone waiting for me.”[/i][/color] Donovan walked away from the solider towards where his call would be.

But before Donovan could even arrive, the speakers blared out as he could hear the Captain explaining that all members needed to stand at attention. Frustrated but also knowing he couldn't miss an order regardless how lazily vocalized as it sounded. Rubbing his eyes some as he quickly headed where all the other soldiers starting to gather and stand lined up. He stood up straight looking professional looking around able to tell by the grim expression on some of their faces, there were some casualties but he didn't really notice anyone missing.[i][color=f49ac2] “Dying that quickly in war, your families should hang their heads in shame...”[/color][/i] He thought to himself looking at Saiyako, still prepared to ask him some questions but from how exhausted he looked, he wondered if he'd even get any valid explanations.

Waiting and watching the Captain wandering away giving his orders, that he essentially he no actual orders. Donovan didn't waste any more time standing around with all the others. Walking back to his phone call, finding that at least no one else was there picking up the phone. [color=f49ac2]“Hello?”[/color] Donovan greeted as he heard the sweet cheery feminine voice as his eyes brighten up as a genuine smile appeared on his face.[color=f49ac2] “Mother, how wonderful it is to hear from you. I've missed talking to you...”[/color] Donovan spoke sounding pleased listening to her words. Before he took a small pause before questioning back, [color=f49ac2]“What do you mean by bad news mother?”[/color]