Voodoo, for his part, is in most of his usual kit, sans NVGs. A pair of sunglasses blocks out the sun's glare, a rifle is slung over his pack, and his machine gun's in his hands. He's gone light on the body armor today - it's just recon, and the terrain would be a bitch otherwise.
He nods at Ellen's comment, looking over the landscape for signs of movement as he moves away from the door.
"We'll make it work."
He racks back the M60's bolt, producing a satisfying cha-CHIK as the weapon chambers a round.
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Date: 2013-02-23 08:38 pm (UTC)He nods at Ellen's comment, looking over the landscape for signs of movement as he moves away from the door.
"We'll make it work."
He racks back the M60's bolt, producing a satisfying cha-CHIK as the weapon chambers a round.
"How long's it been since the ambush?"