[all the paintball]

[thom_293]

who ; Carter and Thom.
what ; Thom decided it was best not to spring this whole paintball deathmatch thing on the entire team. SO HERE HE IS okaying it with teamdad.
where ; Spartan haus, Carter's quarters.
when ; About 0800
warning(s) ; nothing serious. Will change if necessary!

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[nobleleader]

[ He's run out of paperwork for the day. He'd finished it this morning, spent half the rest of his time reading over it to make sure he couldn't add anything else, and then spent a good five minutes staring dejectedly at his paperwork, kind of depressed at the fact he had finally hit the day where he wanted more goddamn paperwork to do.

Dragging a hand over his face, Carter shakes his head and relief floods him at the knock at his door. ]

Enter.

[thom_293]

[He manoeuvres the door open awkwardly, balancing everything he's brought with one hand. Once he's through the door, though, he tosses that thermos at Carter. The thought that he might not catch it doesn't even enter his mind.]

Morning, boss man. You want the maple pork sausage -- thing, or the cheese omelette?

[nobleleader]

[ he catches it easily, opening it up and smelling it with a pleased noise and quirk to his lips, almost a smile. ]

Maple pork.

[ Stretching out, nodding at his table. ]

Save me from the lack of paperwork, lieutenant, that's an order.

[thom_293]

With pleasure, sir.

[Tosses him the MRE, and then he's throwing himself on Carter's bed. Sure, he's entirely against regs right now, but if he thought Carter would mind, he'd stand at attention.]

So I have a ... proposal...