Leavin' home, leavin' home, leavin' home today.
From skin to tac vest: One tattoo: Unauthorized, blue ink, on the Officer's left hip. Mandelbrot set outline. Military-issue dogtags, two, one length of breakaway chain. Underwear: Atlantis-issue, grey, boxer-briefs. The Officer wears neither piercings nor jewellry beyond his tags, and a single set of wedding bands suspended from dogtag chain-- Also Unauthorized. Black undershirt tucked into blue BDU trousers. Black belt, overlap 2 inches, pointing left. Black holster, Omega VI, right draw. Mag pouch, two mags for an M9--Officer will be advised, keeping extra powerbars in the mag pouch is also Unacceptable and Unautorized. Blue BDU trousers, ALTRN footwear, dark grey. Blue Atlantis-issue overshirt, rank and insignia removed. Black Omega modular tactical vest, outfited with proper field gear. The Officer will be advised, keeping extra powerbars in tac vest is Unauthorized....even if the Officer's fieldmate demands the entire team carry extras. No cover, hair is overlong--non-regulation. Unauthorized and Unacceptable.
John smiles at himself in the still-fogged mirror, his hair sticking out at more angles than usual. He runs a hasty hand through it and turns to exit the bathroom again, his vest hanging open. Unauthorized. Unacceptable. Damn it was good to be in Pegasus. Rodney had been here a moment ago, he swears it--though with Rae and Radek gone, and with the wraith threat still jangling on everyone's nerves, they were either not keeping close enough tabs on one another, or hanging too close, depending on the moment. He calls out softly as he checks himself over one last time, dreading the moment he has to walk out of this room--has to walk into the hall, down to the transporter, into the gateroom, and into another world, without Rodney by his side. The mission doesn't seem deadly, a general reconnaissance and exploration run, a planet they'd never been to, but had no reason to suspect. Carson had been in and out all evening, and he had the weird urge to run down to the infirmary first, to see him before he stepped offplanet again. Maybe he'd luck up and his husband would drop by before time was up.
He waited a few moments for his call to be answered, then stepped out into the living room, waiting for his goodbye kiss, or at least a middle-finger from the still-grumpy Rodney.
John smiles at himself in the still-fogged mirror, his hair sticking out at more angles than usual. He runs a hasty hand through it and turns to exit the bathroom again, his vest hanging open. Unauthorized. Unacceptable. Damn it was good to be in Pegasus. Rodney had been here a moment ago, he swears it--though with Rae and Radek gone, and with the wraith threat still jangling on everyone's nerves, they were either not keeping close enough tabs on one another, or hanging too close, depending on the moment. He calls out softly as he checks himself over one last time, dreading the moment he has to walk out of this room--has to walk into the hall, down to the transporter, into the gateroom, and into another world, without Rodney by his side. The mission doesn't seem deadly, a general reconnaissance and exploration run, a planet they'd never been to, but had no reason to suspect. Carson had been in and out all evening, and he had the weird urge to run down to the infirmary first, to see him before he stepped offplanet again. Maybe he'd luck up and his husband would drop by before time was up.
He waited a few moments for his call to be answered, then stepped out into the living room, waiting for his goodbye kiss, or at least a middle-finger from the still-grumpy Rodney.