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Black combat boots landed heavily in the sand as El made his way onto the beach. Dark gaze constantly swept his surroundings, always alert for threats, even in the town he'd grown up in. It would take a long time for three year habits to be broken, and he would be surprised if the nightmares ever left completely. Many people said they didn't, not completely. The human mind wasn't designed to deal with the trauma of long term warfare, and there was only so much you could heal the damage. Just like the dozens of scars that littered his flesh, his mind would always hold the scars of what he'd seen, what he'd done. His gaze slid over the challenger, appreciating the condition of a car some forgot had existed in favor of flashier, more popular classics. Automatically he assessed the threat of the massive man standing beside the car, taking in the subtle things that told him how likely he was to get out alive if it can to battle. The guy was huge. A veritable giant, and he was watching him as well. His hand sought the holster at his right hip, fingering the snap on the hood strap to allow a clean draw should he need it. He watched as Ice spotted the man, noticed the slight stiffening of the canines body before he glanced back at El "Lass es, he's not done anything yet" He gave the dog a solid should pat as it came back to his side, then stalked up to sniff at the lapping tide. Sadly El doubted the dog had ever seen such a large body of water. Afghanistan wasn't known for its beaches and Denver didn't have any either. He smirked as Ice lept at the oncoming wave, and came up sputtering as he crashed through it. He was nearly parallel with the man as he walked along the beach, and he wasn't please about having the giant at his back, even if nothing was likely to happen. As his phone chimed loudly from his back pocket, he reached back to retrieve it, brushing his jacket aside in the process and exposing his holster. He had concealed carry permits, the gun was legal and registered but he was so used to everyone having weapons, it wasn't really habit to keep it hidden. He flipped the phone open and pressed it to his ear "Elden Summers. What?" He listened for a long moment while the person on the other line spoke, then shook his head "No can do Sir. I'm taking leave indefinitely this time. Need to spend some time with the family" Another pause "Yes, Sir. I know I'm the best choice for the assignment. What about James from forty-second? He's just as good as me, he's just not as flashy as I am. Yes Sir. You want me to get ahold of him?.... Yes Sir, I'll call him first thing in the morning, ketch him before he leaves for work" He glanced towards the stranger, checking to be sure he hadn't moved, then turned his attention back to the dog, who was rolling his wet self about in the sand |
.Elden.Summers. .twenty.two. .6'4". brown hair .brown eyes. .scar on left cheek. .Ford F-100 Cruiser. Dove Grey .Marine Scout Sniper. Gunnery Sergeant .Third Tour of Duty. |
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