#rook.exe

Fuck. L.t.’s gonna skin him alive for this one. Rook fucked up.

The mission went… fine. Fine enough. As good as it can with Rook in tow, anyways. He and the lieutenant make a decent team, after all—Rook’s good close quarters, Crow’s good long range. Rook’s a bad omen, Crow’s good at making sure bad omens don’t completely screw them.

He’d even stopped Crow from getting a bullet through his pretty skull. That’s gotta count for something, right? Even if that bullet had ripped through Rook’s abdomen in the process, it’s worth it. Probably. Hurts like a fuckin’ bitch. He’d just shrugged when Crow asked if he was all right; the man looked guilty enough. Shouldn’t pile more on, not right now. Probably.

Crow’s gonna be pissed at him for not stopping at the armourer. For makin’ him do paperwork for live ordnance and guns around base again. In the barracks. But Rook can’t be fucked to care right now.

@cmdr-graves

aye, depends on what you mean by "interesting work," princess. don't care about money so much.

"Young man, excuse me but do you have a moment to help me?"

- @sgt-legrant

Rook looks around himself, bewildered. There's no way she's talking to him, right? He's never been called 'young man', always looking entirely too suspicious to be regarded fondly.

His search comes up empty, though; Rook's the only one around. So he blinks at the lady, confused, and points to himself.