[center][h1][color=lime]Pvt. Callum Webley[/color][/h1][/center]

Cal was having a rough day. As rough a day you can have in a BGO without getting shot, at any rate. First, he woke up late. He doubted anyone could stand him, just due to sheer incompetence. He didn’t even want to be a soldier. Soldiers killed, soldiers died. Neither were things he wanted to do. 

[i]Come to think of it,[/i] he thought [i]freezing my ass off while keeping watch in the most desolate place in all of Interum isn’t high on my list either.[/i]

He sat on top of NO-36, a squat, concrete structure. The building was shaped like a big plus sign, and dug into the ground a few feet. Even though he was on the roof of the structure, he was only a few feet off of the ground. Snow fell around him as he wished that he had taken the time to don his EHCS. The uniform he was wearing was warm, but not quite warm enough for the temperature. Before his regret could take him very far his watched beeped, signifying the end of his shift. He carefully jumped off the edge of the roof and sank into the snow on the ground as he landed. He walked the short distance to the door and wrenched it open, thanking his squad for not locking it. He descended the stairs and walked into the low bunker, amusing himself with the fact that he was now half underground. As he took off his coat and hung it up on a hook near the door, bumping into one of the outward facing mounted machine guns as he did, he looked around for Rose. It was her shift, and his duty to tell her to report for it. He found her not far away.

[color=lime]”Hey, uh, Esther.”[/color] He shifted his footing, he had never been graceful in social situations. [color=lime]”It’s, uh, your shift. S-stay warm.”[/color] He smiled sheepishly and walked off to go play pool in the commons, hoping someone would join him.
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