[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/OTy5ZmU.png[/img][hr][b]Name:[/b] Beryl Vagrant 
[b]Role:[/b] SOLDIER 3
[b]Location:[/b]Bone Village
[b]Tag:[/b] [@Karl Kadaver][/center][hr]

[indent]The tune that wafted in his ears had inspired calm. It did very little to actually soothe him, not many could, but he listened anyway; if only to create a space separate from everyone else. There he emptied himself of any inner conflict. It was so easy to be thrust into that chaotic, hate-filled place. That place where The Lion roamed through the firestorm. Through the dead bodies and ghastly screams. He felt his eyebrows began to scrunch, the angst and anxiety fill up. 

Then The Commander's voice rose from the background noise. He pulled out those thin, tiny headphones and let reality meld over him. It was exhausting pretending to be "okay" all the time. But his goals, ambitions, and happiness depended on it. Beryl sensed another's eyes on him. He looked in their direction, set [b][i]that[/i][/b] smile on his lips, and noticed a certain relief fill the SOLDIER's mako-eyes.
 [b]"Blue, you okay? you looked [i][b]livid[/b][/i] man. Like ready to tear the world apart upset."[/b]

Beryl pretended to be amused. [color=lightblue][b]"Was it that bad?[/b][/color]

The man, whom was dressed typically nodded. [b]"Yea... If you want to talk about it. We SOLDIERS aren't just comrades-in-arms. We're friends too."[/b]

[color=lightblue][i]You're killers![/i][/color] he screamed in his mind. Only to tilt his head ever-so-slightly downward, creating a lie wasn't nearly as easy as he once thought. [color=lightblue][b]"I was only thinking about the slop we have to eat later on. They can do so much better considering we're laying our lives on the line."[/b][/color]

The man stared for a long moment. [b]"What you don't like soup? Our meals are better than what the infantry is getting. You should be more grateful."[/b] His words weren't as stinging as they were meant to be, he had cheer infused into them. [b]If that's the face you make thinking about food, I'd hate to see you on the battlefield. Anyway, got to go. The Commander wants these patrols done. She's such a hard-ass sometimes."[/b]

Beryl agreed. [color=lightblue][b]"Patrols? how tedious."[/b][/color] he told himself. He sighed, fitted his helm on, then started off aimlessly, almost instinctively avoided crowds and other people.[/indent]