'This better be worth it... Grif thought to himself as he stepped out the door of the base. He let out a large yawn, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Anything that required him to wake up at the ungodly hour of...noon...better be worth it. He squinted into the sunlight and took a bit of the breakfast bar he snatched from the kitchen before he left ( Read more... )

Church slumps over the table with his chin on his arms, glaring at the bracelet sitting on it. A small piece of paper is crumpled in his fist. He knew it was bound to happen. But he wishes he knew WHY. His sense of logic suggests that maybe the ceasefire is over, but if that were the case, there'd be a lot more noise. As it is, it's almost like a ( Read more... )

Placed upon the top of the blue base was Cap, cross-legged with an old guitar being tuned in his lap. He'd brought it to the base when he first got sent out, and was pleasantly surprised to find it in one of the storage rooms. For such an old instrument, it still played well. But it was the conductor that made the instrument sound nice, or so he ( Read more... )

((OOC: Just letting you know: I'm giving Donut a reason for being gone for so long and just leaving suddenly. This isn't the real reason why I left. My father is, unfortunately, still alive. XD ( Read more... )

Grif yawned loudly, stepping into the sunshine for the first time in a while. The sun burned his eyes, having only been adjusted to the fake light inside the base. He smiled half heartedly, stepping onto the fresh grass. He clasped the last latch on his upper armor plate and picked up his helmet from where it lay at his feet. He decided it was time ( Read more... )

Caboose wondered around Red Base looking primarily for Sarge, but also for Grif and Donut; he'd gotten sidetracked with the gingerbread delivery, but there was still time.

Within a couple of hours, Church twitches himself awake. At first, he panics; being pinned isn't the best way to wake up. When he remembers how he got there, however, he relaxes. He really ought to learn how to wake up more alert- he should be used to this by now. He runs through his routine string of awakening thoughts- it's not cold, he doesn ( Read more... )

Caboose darted from shadow to shadow, only an intermittent flash of cobalt could be observed, and only if someone didn’t blink. His Inner O’Malley wasn’t fully active, he had only called on it a little, with the plan not to hurt the Reds; just to find Donut and explain with no room for misinterpretation exactly what would happen. He would in no way ( Read more... )

Donut finally reached red base, realizing that people should be waking up by now. The twisting of guilt and nervousness hurt his stomach. He wanted to catch Grif by himself so he wouldn't have to have Sarge breathing down his neck too when he gave the confession ( Read more... )

A lone Red figure in a lone hot place. The sun was setting, the heat was waving, and the coolant in his suit didn't seem to help. He stood still against one of the pylons that rimmed Red base, pistol lifted and scope ranged toward the little hill where his intended enemy was. Couldn't see much, that one, and so resorted to using others ( Read more... )