As everyone else turned in for the night Carolina entered the simulation training hall. He sighed then picked up a assault rifle, he also picked up a grenade launcher strapping it to his back. "F.L.I.S.S. start simulation 652, password save my soul." The word around him changed, from the dull metallic colors to vibrant greens and browns of Earthy soil, the sound of water lead him out of the tree line. He took off his helmet blinking as he looked over the city below, New Orleans. Below lay his home town, the place of his birth he checked his ammo counter and smiled as he spotted rebels below.

After making his way into town he found himself in a bell tower in a old Spanish church over looking the square. He smiled, he pulled two grenades from his belt both clattering to a halt under a Warthog, flipping it. He launched himself from the building shooting idiots before landing on the last one snapping his neck he took cover, the survivors trying to organize. He rushed forward, a fifty cal machine gun hot on his heels as he into squad, all of them cut down by friendly fire. This continued for a few hours, Carolina constantly ordering F.L.I.S.S. to up the anti, more soldiers streamed in, but he stole weapons, outsmarted and outmaneuvered them eventually having to put his helmet back on.

Carolina was showing off as he ended the sim by killing the last group of solider, by leading them into there own mine field. Taking off the helmet he threw the guns back on the rack smiling to himself. Thinking about how well he had done, he asked F.L.I.S.S for a copy before he started back towards his room. A tech asked him if he wanted his armor removed, he politely brushed him off. Carolina couldn't stand to be out of his armor, he felt small and squishy without it. Climbing into bed his confidence restored he took off his helmet and surfed through a car catalog before taking another dose of pills.