Against The Wind ~Military RP~ ACCEPTING

[Actually.A.Herondale]

Nick nodded. "You're staying and going back to Baghdad for a while until that leg heals and they decide weather you should stay here, or go home."

((He won't be the only one...I might just have to hurt Travis to prove a point that has nothing to do with this RP or CS..))

[Alfor]

Talon only nodded in reply.

(Wooh! Character torture! Lol random.....)

[Actually.A.Herondale]

((If the rules for excessive violence and torture weren't so strict on here, I would go into detail about the pain in the characters wounds. and Explain the gore...))

Nick nodded, and walked on, looking for more.

[Alfor]

((Buhahahaha! Same here XD))

Ivy looked around, as if expecting enemies to ambush them at any moment, which was partly true, seeing that they were in enemy territory.

[kuskie,]

Stephen stood looking around a little waiting for some orders "Maybe we should get moving" he said.

[Alfor]

((-random flailing- Woo! we get to go look for missing soldiers and we might die!!!! XD))

Talon lightly frowned. He wanted to go on the mission, but he knew he couldn't with his injury. Stupid Grenade...

((I SEE DEAD PEOPLE))

[kuskie,]

"Sorry talon" he said, it was his fault since he had made the bomb and it was mostly his idea.

[Alpha*]

(So sorry peeps. Recap?Whats going on...)

[sarcasteil]

(Nick's rounding uo any uninjured people to look for the MIA soldiers.. Or was it general? Well something along those lines. Talon can't come, and uh I think Hunter just made Travis injured to XD)

[sicksadworld.]

~Keamy~
Helicopter blades whisked loudly through the hot, thick air of the desert, the glass windows reflecting the suns light and absorbed its heat making the travelling discomforting to all inside the metal beast. The two pilots focused intently on their base target, checking scanners and radio for danger. On one side was a gunner,mlazily toying with the safety button of his gun, obviously disappointed in the lack of action. But one figure sat completely still, face sullen yet fixed with a fierce stare, his hands were clasped together tightly, his pack resting in between his legs.
This was first Sergent, Keamy Durand, a Canadian at heart and a strong, sure footed soldier. He had just been flown in from Helmand Province and now had his new home in his sights.
It wasn't long until the helicopter landed, and as soon as it had dropped its cargo it was back n the air again and heading way out into the horizon. Keamy walked his way over to the main campus, black boots shining in the light, pack slung over his shoulder, paired with his rifle. His eyes scanned the camp as he signed in, reported and made his way to his tent, placing the pack on the mattress and heading outside to review the landscape.