Watching and Waiting || Open Non-Military
Rations are important, it’s the only way of survival these days. Civilians are antsy and the heat of the day only makes things worse. The line is moving slowly and Sam has already had to break up one fight and drag someone to the end of the line after they tried to cut in line. Her M16 is around her shoulder and Sam rests her hands on the butt of it, pacing back and forth, eyes checking out those around her.
She’s closer to the front of the line when someone exits, their ration in hand and they pause, apparently adding the single of today to a few of their others, Sam keeps an eye on them and rolls her eyes. It’s a quick way to getting yourself robbed, or killed. They finish what they’re doing and move away quickly, hands in their pockets and Sam gives them a slight smile as they rush away.
Once they’re out of ear shot she shakes her head and continues her walk back down to the end of the line, checking on her squad as she goes, making sure they’re following her rules and not getting into anything with the civilians, Sam does not need another Morgan.
It’s not often that civilians speak to military first, so Sam is surprised when she hears a voice from the line speak to her.
