Another open rp ik kill me now
On duty how do we feel. Aggressive? Knives mentioned
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Solo mission, middle of fuck-nowhere, trampling through a forest to find his objective. "Gh..." Albie grunts as he treads through the dirt and leaves, heavy gear weighing him down. But he continues to walk on, looking around carefully as to not get shot. Not the best outcome. After his legs start to ache, Laswell comes into comms with radio static in his ear.
"Krchr - McKinner, found anything yet?" She asks, watching his location and body cam from the office.
He huffs and shakes his head. "Nothing." He mumbles, then stops walking after he hears shuffling. "...Maybe." he whispers and crouches down, trying to listen and locate. Somewhat like a bat, echolocation. "Potential... soldier." He whispers into comms, griping his gun and aiming it at the entrance of what seems to be an abandoned camp house.
He stalks through, clearing room after room before Albie hears small chatter and footsteps, and he quickens his pace to try and find them before they get away. He enters a small supply closet, flashlight on his gun as he aims it in, eyes scattering over the room. "Surrender, you've been found." He coldly states as he stares into the eyes of a soldier backed into the corner, weapon aimed right back at him. "Put it down." He growls out, pointing to the ground. "Now!"
