The alarms always fucked with his head, the warbling tone they pulsed out with always lead to a headache later down the line. They weren’t going to change any time soon though and they done a damn good job of grabbing his attention. His hand came up and ran over his face, wiping the sleep from his eyes so he could see properly as he sat up and took in the room around him. Grey steel walls, sparsely decorated with a few medals and some knick-knacks he had picked up on a couple of tours; a tattered tapestry from a bombed out museum, an old photo of a cute dog that he’d found during a rescue mission and a perforated side plate from a T-104 that
