Field operative, contractor, soldier—I suppose the only difference is rank and assignments.

But...no, I do not.

[With his hand lightly resting on the back of a now dozing corgi, his gaze drifts out over to the dogs playing not far from them. But that gaze goes on farther beyond the area and out into the very town.]

...Above all else, I desire peace and quiet. I only fight to protect and preserve that, and before coming here I had just completed an intense operation against a foe that threatened the lives of everyone. Things had calmed and we were allowed a break when I "woke up" here.

Thus...although it has its moments and seems to have its own threats, it's still overall very peaceful. And it's given me opportunities I didn't have in my world.

[In many...many ways that can give him conflicting thoughts and emotions at times, and briefly his eyes narrow in contemplation, as if he's thinking of something in particular before it disappears and he looks back at her.]

I take it you still feel that restlessness.