[h1][center][color=007236]Hunter Monroe[/color][/center][/h1]

I worked my way to my room, I'll admit, I'm not the most social person, what I am though is a dedicated fighter. All I knew at the moment, I couldn't wait to get the damn prosthetic off It weighed a ton and was clunky as hell. It was even too bulky to use his uniform to cover it, it stuck out like a sore thumb. Though Rebirth, the not scary as hell program that would give me my leg back and a second chance to serve.

I finally made it to my new Barracks, First thing I notice was my new bunk mate resting before everything was even set it, then again I'd be doing the same thing. "[color=00a651]Yo, you Derek?[/color]" I'd reach out my hand, the one that wasn't holding my cane at the moment. "[color=00a651]Hunter Monroe, your new bunk mate.[/color]" Also noticed that his area seemed much colder. That ass hole, he claimed the cold spot.