Shamus smiled with pure anger as he cracked his knuckles, happy and ready to let out his rage on something vaguely sentient. "Though this may be the wrong time to say it, I'm havin the time of my life in this place." Shamus said with a chuckle as he searched the ground for a scrap piece of metal, something he could use as a make-shift sword.<br/><br/>As Nikolai began to sleep, his dream began to form into a place from his past. He awoke in his old cot by the camp, as usual he awoke earlier than any of his squad mates. "This is the sixteenth time I've had to take the morning shift, eh, I'll let it slide." Nikolai said as put on his beret before leaving the tent, having worn his uniform to sleep.