Matt tossed an empty water bottle behind himself into a pile of other discards and started searching around for another bottle of alcohol, but there wasn't any left in his room. He sighed heavily and laid back on his bed. He needed to slow down the drinking probably, but he didn't want to be sober today.
After all, six years ago, his friend and mentor died...and it was largely on Matt for why. Donny had been pet of a squad sent in to help Matt's pinned down group of SBS operatives. Shit happened, Matt got nearly gutted, Donny got shredded. Both of them were pulled out into a ship's hospital, but only one of them got to walk out alive.
On his radio, Ricky Martin enrolled the insanity of a woman with devil red lips and mocha colored skin. The best was catchy and it reminded Matt of better times.