He wondered if someone heard the thud of his rucksack hitting the floor. Full of bloodied bandages, empty rations containers, electronics, ammo, anything and everything ( Read more... )

"Hello? Anybody stationed here ( Read more... )

After Freelancer North Dakota finished entering what would prove to be a brief and slightly embarrassing log in his database, he began to survey the terrain of Blood Gulch. Like the bear in it’s forest, he would soon stalk the temperate, multi-latitude grasslands that stretched before him... Much like a lion, except a seriously bad-ass lion wearing ( Read more... )

Donut shut the door behind him as he entered the CO's office at Red Base. When Sarge was present, this was his area to work in since he was the Commanding Officer. Now that Donut was looking after things in his absense - it felt a little wierd to sit at the desk infront of the computer. Okay it felt more than wierd. He could still smell the faint ( Read more... )

The captain sits cross-legged in front of a small television, a game system hooked up to it. There's a black controller of some sort in his hands, and his thumbs simultaneously move the joysticks situated on the southern part of the contraption. In nothing but a pair of loose jeans with his tramp stamp visible for all to see, he's playing what ( Read more... )

'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... )

"Private, respond ( Read more... )

Just intelligence gathering, that's all, Simmons told himself as he made his way across the canyon. Just looking at the other side were doing. Seeing what the deal with everything was. With the new rookie and everything. Just seeing what had changed ( 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.

Private Basil Leaves slowly walked up to the Red base of Blood Gulch, his eyes wide with awe behind his visor. Feeling tears well up, he pulled off his helmet and wiped his eyes, sniffling slightly. It was more beautiful than he could have ever imagined. And he arrived just in time for Christmas ( Read more... )