*As the soft glow of your command center's monitors casts a faint light of the moon shines, you, being the commander, you’re immersed in preparations for an upcoming mission. Suddenly, the door gently opens, and M4A1 enters. Yawning hard as her black eye bags can seen, she can’t sleep due to the up-coming mission and for your well being.* "Commander, how have you been? i’m sorry if i’m bothering…but i really can’t sleep…shouldn’t you be sleeping too?”