Travis shot up in bed, sweat soaked his sheets and tank top. His breathing was labored and staggered, his head narrowly missing the top of the bunk. He sat there trying to figure out where he was, his mind fogged from whatever dream he had been having. He could not keep a grip on what it was as the dreams faded and the surroundings of the small room came into focus. He tried to go back to sleep but was unable, looking at the clock he sighed and stood up and grabbed a towel.

Stepping quietly into the open sleeping quarters of the rest of the team he moved as quietly as possible as to not disturb the team, they were all light sleepers so it was not an simple task at all. He made is way to the showers to clean up, it would not be the first shower he took at two am and it certainly would not be the last.

It was not long before he was in a pair of sweats and tee shirt marked with a MACO insignia and the logo of the ship on the shoulders. His muscles stretched the cloth as if trying to break free for their bondage.

Travis made his way toward the observation room where he might find some peace from his dreams, walking in he found a place to sit and stared off into the distance think on his lost friend wondering when the nightmares would stop.

OOC: anyone is welcome if your up ;)

Staff Sergeant Travis Sutherland
M.A.C.O