The long drive was cramped in the covered truck, 10 soldiers crammed into a truck fully loaded with personal effects and gear. The tall blonde sat at the very back occasionally stretching one leg at a time out over the back gate of the truck, the joints in the mans knees made a pop as the tension in the joints were released. Victor did not recognize the other soldiers, some remained quite like him through the entire trip others talked amongst themselves, mostly about home or where they came from. Victor was able to occupy himself with staring out the back of the truck and at the rural gravel and concrete road that they were driving on, trying to make out what detail he could in the early morning darkness.

Somehow he seemed to have dozed off towards the end of the trip only to be nudged by another soldier who gestured outside the truck. The truck seemed to have just stopped in an open depot of some sort. A few officers opened the back gate from outside and ordered everyone out, it was at this time he realized that his leg was asleep and was only able to partly catch himself as he jumped out of the truck and landing with a slight roll onto his back. The other soldiers in the truck laughed and helped him up before they formed up in line with the others. The officer giving the speech seemed stoic in a 'I've seen some shit' kind of way, the speech was also blunt and to the point not very fancy or anything of the sort, again another quality Victor enjoyed.

[color=39b54a]"Squad 914 eh?”[/color] he muttered to himself, [color=39b54a]“so much for going to Moscow”[/color] he sighed and looked around, out of the 30 or so soldiers in the room they all seemed... mismatched. He noticed right away that he was one of the biggest there as he approached the officers for his file. The first thing he saw in it made him curious, Designation: Support. “[color=39b54a]But I was training as a rifleman.” [/color]he thought aloud, but here he was at an unknown base surrounded by other soldiers and unfamiliar faces. Most of the soldiers seemed to be chatting with each other with a mostly relaxed feel, yet he still felt awkward among his brothers and sisters the people he would be fighting alongside and protecting. So he did what he normally did found a spot in the back of the crowd where he could just stand there and watch the interactions of the others.