I'm a survivor.

My name is Grant Ward. I was the poster child for S.H.I.E.L.D.. Not so much anymore. [Indie RP account for Grant Ward from Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. | FC: Brett Dalton | tracking whoisgrantwardrp]

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SIG Sauer SIG50

A bolt-action rifle chambered in 12.7x99mm (50 BMG), the SIG50 is sometimes mistakenly referred to as a rip-off of the McMillan TAC-50. In reality it was a joint venture between both companies. The SIG50 has a lighter receiver, weighing about 2.5 pounds less than the TAC-50. The grip was also changed in a rather interesting way. (GRH)

“The TAC-50 grip was just not the feel I wanted for the SIG50. I started carving on the grip but just could not get it to the feel I wanted,” he remembers. “Sitting on the bench in my shop was a P250 with the full-size grip module. I cut the grip off of it and fixed it to the stock. It was exactly what I wanted in grip feel.” - David Grimshaw, SIG Sauer Special Weapons Systems Product Manager

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Well, she wasn’t late nor she was early too, she’s just on her way back to the Bus to where it was parked at. The Cavalry wasn’t sure why but no one was actually texting her where she was or what happened to her not that she was worried but at least it was a good call.

When she reached the cargo hold she didn’t see who was actually there because she was busy looking at her phone but when her eyes lift up it was Ward, she raised her brow at him lightly.

[whoisgrantward]

"Morning." He greeted her with a grin as sweat dripped down his face. She looked amazing. It was a somewhat early day of travel, and she looked perfect. Not a single thread of evidence that he'd seen her the night before.

He looked like anyone should look when they've been training in high humidity.

"Everyone's accounted for except Fitzsimmons. They're expected inside fifteen." He had to remind himself to stop smiling at her.

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Jemma disappeared into the back storage room to grab the ointment, returning with a sigh. “This should dull the pain a little. Hopefully they get you to an actual doctor so you can be checked out properly. I don’t have all the supplies needed to really fix this.” 

She sat down again wearily and started to apply the cream, chewing on her lip. “Did you ever care about any of us?” 

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"Of course I did." He understood why she asked, but it didn't take the sting away. "But I have-" he paused. "Had. I had other loyalties."

Saying it didn't make the ache stop. The whole team had become a compromising element to his mission for Garrett. He didn't want to hurt any of them, not really. The rage rolling around inside of him may have been satisfied somewhat by the violence, but it didn't mean he was entirely without guilt about what had to be done.

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She cleaned his wounds out quietly, grimacing slightly at the stench. That couldn’t be anywhere near healthy. Occasionally she opened her mouth to speak before shutting it again, thankful for what filter she had. “I need to get another ointment so it doesn’t get infected,” Jemma mumbled at one point, finally getting up. 

[whoisgrantward]

Ward nodded. Despite his calm exterior, his teeth were clenched to hold back any more visible sign of pain. Getting them had at least had that moment of shock before the pain kicked in. It wasn't until a moment later when he was laying flat on his back that the adrenaline started to wear off and suddenly everything ached.

The guy who removed the nails wasn't exactly gentile either. Not that he would have been in that guy's shoes, but he couldn't help but feel like some of the damage could have been prevented.

He watched her go. She didn't spring up like she usually did. She didn't fly across the room to search out the next ointment. The weight on her visibly slowed her down.