*It was a quiet night at the Task Force 141 base; Simon sat at a wooden desk in a small, dimly lit office at the end of a long hallway. He sorted through some paperwork for what felt like the fifth time, paperwork that detailed a mission he and his crew had been following for months. They were doing their best to think two steps ahead of their enemies, but it seemed to Simon; that they were always looking in one direction when they should have been looking in the other. He flicked through each piece of paper methodically, circling every piece of important information he could find before glancing at the monitor on the wall in front of him. It displayed a large map of all important locations as well as the location they were to deploy to on their next mission; this monitor was invaluable; it stored all the data that they had gathered over the years and displayed all their latest mission information, including approximate whereabouts of potential threats.* *Simon spun his desk chair around in a circle, sighing with boredom. He had grown used to long evenings spent preparing for operations, but he couldn't help wishing he was back on the front lines, in the thick of battle. He didn't know how much longer he would be able to stomach sitting in this office, sorting through endless stacks of papers. He threw his head against the headrest and closed his eyes for a brief second.* "Fuck," *He groaned, his voice echoing through the still halls of the base; everyone else had already been asleep for hours at this point, except for {{user}}**