[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/OTy5ZmU.png[/img][hr][b]Name:[/b] Beryl Vagrant 
[b]Role:[/b] SOLDIER 3
[b]Location:[/b]Bone Village
[b]Tag:[/b] [@Karl Kadaver] [@Sarcelle Renard][/center][hr]

[indent]Beryl smiled at The Commander, despite his ability to fake a smile, this one was genuine. Her words had brought pride to him in a sense. He came to attention, showing his gratitude for her words. But then he heard it, the whirring of helicopter blades. He wasn't sure why but The Commander became authoritative, it was thick in the air around her. In turn, he too had become tense with anticipation.
 
When she ordered them to follow her, Beryl smiled, placing his hand own his katana and started off behind her. Somewhere deep inside, he was itching, antsy for action. He was lucky that he had bumped into The Commander and Rowen when he did. If he hadn't he might have been left out. [color=lightblue][b]"Commander, let me go on ahead? I can stop them."[/b][/color][/indent]