Corporal Sam Byrne sat despondently against the wall in his squalid little cell in the lower levels of the COG forward operations base a klick south of the city of the Autrin. The cell was half the size of his closet at his father's home and nearly empty, save for the grotesque shit-covered toilet and a cot that smelled like piss; reluctant tears ran from his eyes down his bare torso as his head lay buried in his lap but not from the disgusting living conditions he's forced to endure, but for the loss of his love, Mila. Sam lifted his head, inhaled and wiped the tears from his face, he remembered Mila wouldn't want him to bitch and moan over her death, she even told him so. I'll haunt your ass, if you cry over me. Her voice in the back of his head said. He smiled and mused at the thought b