Church
Well...at least it was some form of kind feelings. My hands reach up to my helmet, turning it gently before throwing it to the floor. My hair is all drenched with sweat, pinning it to my head. I sigh as I look over my armor. Everything is alright, a few scrapes and scars here and there, except my leg plates. Part of my legs are exposed through the cobalt, and from what I can see, don't look well. Sarge must have kicked me so hard that when I fell back, the pressure from the fall cracked and shattered them. I'm just lucky I didn't cut my legs up to pieces!











