Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20170224150004/@comment-24510587-20170227001818

The ex-soldier seated himself on a bench in front of his power armour, leaning forward with his head resting in his hands. He sat there like that, silently, for a long while. Minutes must've passed when he finally broke the silence, speaking with none of the sternness he usually displayed.

"You have no idea how taxing it is to keep this mess under control," he practically whispered, a hint of melancholy and perhaps even desperation in his voice.