[i]Alon smiled, nodding sadly. It was clear he didn't have fond memories of it, yet who did? [/i] A mercenary, humanitarian, whatever you want to call it. I worked for my own interest, though, not the money; out of my own good heart, if I'm able to say such things. [i]Fiddling with the bottoms of his shirt lightly, Jack noticed his apparel in contrast to the temperatures; to be in such clothing in below zero temperatures for so long was insane, let alone, his skin not showing any sign of discomfort and not seeming cold at all. Hell, his visor showed his body temps at average; albeit, quite a bit higher, but relatively stable.[/i] I've fought with militia's, armies, crews, squads, teams, organizations, nations, people, you name it I've fought for it. Although, it's never lasted long. It's always a war; and someone always dies. [i]Scanning over the man's face, analyzing him, he smiled lightly and nodded so as not to seem rude. He really did look... dead. Alive, yet dead.[/i] A nation, you say? What is this nation you speak of? I wonder if I've visited...