<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 22px"> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#1e90ff">Corporal Murdoch * - Special Forces[SPC] </span></span><br/>
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</div></div><br/>It was around 0630 or so when Corporal Murdoch eventually came to. Uncommon for him, this was a man who had never known the use of a clock and yet he was sleeping in later and later it seemed. Unrolling the cheap futon back into its original position. Murdoch spent the later half of that hour trying to recall the experience the night before.<br/><br/>It occurred to him that he was having the recurring dream again. This time involving the lieutenant, he wasn't much for putting his life under a psycho-analytic lens,  but the graphic nature of the spell disturbed him quite a bit. Did he really bite her until she bled out? This wasn't healthy he thought. The past few days or so he felt an unease in her presence and made an effort to distance himself. Eventually, he would have to confront these instincts. He wasn't worried that he would act on them, rather his concern was the strain on their friendship or commandership whatever they were.<br/><br/>He found that running always helped to clear the mind and so he went on his usual 4k race outside the facility.