[center][h1][color=686F91]Harry Walsh[/color][/h1]
[img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/d03fc8a9229db3193e86bfc3b3c8b536/tumblr_nkhkysMc5r1uokpato5_540.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][b][color=686F91]Location:[/color][/b] Qasr El Nil Barracks[/center][hr]

Offering a smile toward Aziza as he saw her flash one toward him, Harry walked along with her through the barracks as they were led to their quarters. The last time he had been in a barracks Harry had been of course slumming it with the enlisted personnel. Depending on where he was he had sometimes been treated to a nice NCO's quarters, but in most cases, and what he expected here, was that the divide between the officer and the enlisted man was considerable. As he looked around the barracks, for a moment Harry had to remind himself he was not an enlisted man any longer. He even caught himself with an upright posture, stride long and arms swinging almost as if marching, habit seeping in.

As they came to the rooms, he glanced through them, raising an eyebrow. He certainly hadn't been wrong, the rooms were more lavish than he was used to on a barracks such as this, by a considerable degree. Taking note of which one was his own, he turned back toward Aziza just in time to meet her hug, smiling softly as he wrapped his arms around her in return, simply giving her a nod before he turned to the others. [b][color=686F91]"Goodnight, everyone."[/color][/b] He watched as they all shifted off into their rooms, sighing as he took a moment to roll a cigarette and light it, slipping it between his lips as he let the tobacco burn away his stress of the evening. Once he was done, he tossed the butt aside, sighing as he moved into his room and climbed into bed, slowly letting sleep take him.