Mar 17, 2016
@askwar liked for a starter!
The sand- it bothered him. Being Texas-born and bred meant he could deal with the heat, but in Iraq, Afghanistan, and now in Syria, Marcus couldn’t stand the sand. It got in his boots and seemingly all over his kit, no matter where he was, and it was impossible to get out; at least snow melted.
No matter. Either way, as soon as he stepped off the UH-1Y and into the fine sand that made up this dune, he let out an audible grunt. Of course. No time to bemoan his situation, though; there was an HVT to capture, a mission to complete. Thus, with the sun beating down onto his boonie-hatted head, he looked around for his contact, his grip on his rifle tight, eyes alertly scanning.
