A standalone routine checking missile turret. That's what P's mission for the day. Sounds simple, but he knows well that he's gonna hate this. He's never good around machines... and accident seems to happen around him when he gotten involve with machinery. Perhaps that's why I joins in the Commando Team, away from machinery, P thought. P never used gunnery, either from simple classic barreta 9mm, or to the more refined plasma beam weaponry. Aiming seems hard to him using them. To him, his trusty old double-edge knive works the best to him. More like a boomerang to most people, but sharper than any swords or knives that exist. Again, P doesn't know how he got the weapon. Perhaps he himself make it? Or he bought it? Or perhaps treasures from his family? Not knowing the true past of himself makes himself sick all the time.

"Blue wire... green one... connect to here... controller there... ah..."
"I hate this job..." P said to himself.
"If it wasn't that slimy Joseph I won't be at here... dealing with these dumb machines..." P said to himself, slamming over the turret cover hard.
"Bang!"

P stop. He's ears open wide. Something doesn't sounds right. That sound just now isn't from the slamming on the turret, but lies somewhere to his east. Someone or something is there. P always trusted his instict rather than true facts. The Commando team was trained to be always prepare for anything, anytime, anywhere. Knowing what he should do, P put himself in stealth, crawling through slightly below the surface of thick snow on the floor, towards the source of the sound.

P focus his mind back into his mission. A very simple one. That's what his superior always say to him. But what does he know, P thought. Always sitting around nicely air-cond room, not knowing the real danger outside. There's always unwanted error, calculations, factors that could affect a single mission, be it just a routine equipment check, or a front assult to Ospasus bases. The factors are so unknown that not even any veterans could tell what might happens next. That's where the commando teams come in specialty. Always prepare for anything, be it good or bad, in their own way. And with P around, nothing does seems impossible.

Looking back into his past, he sees nothing but darkness and emptiness from his heart. He remembers nothing about his past, a price to pay for defending Fort Amen against the Ospasus. P tried his best for finding his family, but it is in vain. The only family that he remembers is Commander Aries, who is his supervisor and look after him during the war. He look up upon P, and sees P as his son. For in his mind P is more than just a commando under his command, and more than just a son. To him, P might be the answer to end the war...