[ Open RP ]
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.
All he does is knock on the first door he finds in the barracks before dropping like a rock.