and suddenly: ghosts [CLOSED]
Characters: Donut [grenading] and Simmons [huptwo]
Setting/Location: The forest.
Date & Time: Day 10. Noon-ish.
Warnings: Donut. he is a warning all on his own.
Summary: Donut wakes up in the forest! Simmons just happens to be unlucky enough to find him there.
Well, this was a predicament!
Donut wasn't one to complain too much, but really, this was getting ridiculous! Once second, his armor was coming out of Recovery Mode, the next, he was passed out again! Honestly, this stuff had to stop! Things were still rather fuzzy for Donut as he pressed his hands against the dirt and slowly lifted himself up, a slightly frustrated groan escaping him.
"...Now... what??" He muttered to no one in particular. He stared down at the ground, allowing for his eyes to focus all over again. Dirt and sticks and leaves.... Well, it could pass for Valhalla's terrain, but something just didn't seem right.
Maybe it was the tree root that had been pressing into his stomach. The dull pain was hitting him then, and Donut groaned, rolling over onto his side. Huffing quietly, he gave another look around...
"...W-woah! What the--??" Well. He definitely didn't remember this many trees at the Valhalla base! "D-did... Did I get thrown into the future again?? Or maybe the past?? Jeeze, they really let this place go! I bet Grif had something to do with this..." Made sense to Donut, because Lopez was--
Oh. Right. "...Crapola! That's right! That guy!! He--!!" The mad scuffle to get to his feet started in the least stealthy way possible as Donut flailed around, kicking dirt and sticks and rocks around. It was taxing on his stomach, but Recovery Mode had taken the brunt of the hit and healed what it could before he was pulled out. He still didn't quite get that, either.. Well, it could wait.
"H-hey!" Donut yelled out over the comm link in his helmet, not even taking into consideration that the enemy could be close. "S-Sarge?? Can you hear me?? It's Donut!! Where are you guys??"
A pause. Nothing but static. Donut sighed. "C'mon, Sarge, don't play hard to get with me right now, Sir! I'm being serious! For real!!" More static. "Red Team?? Anybody??" Again.
"Oh, jeeze. Oh, jeeze, this isn't good... W-what if he got them??" Donut started pacing around in a circle, pressing his hands to his head. He didn't really work that well under this kind of stress! Maybe the comm link was just jammed? Yeah, that had to be it! They'd answer soon!
In the meantime, Donut stuck to panicking.