[center][h3][color=a0410d][b]Luke Godfrey

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[color=a0410d]“Son of a whore!” [/color]Luke hissed in pain as his torn apart cheek exploded with an intense stinging pain that blurred his vision for a brief moment. After the wave of pain finally came to end, though a dull pulsing sting remained, Luke examined the newly cleared room with a small frown before glancing to two dead Imps they managed to get the drop on. Poor bastards were too preoccupied arguing with each other and by the time Luke and Franz bursted into the room it was to late. Ever since the first few rooms were cleared resistance had been a bit dull with at least two or three soldiers holding up in a few rooms. Luke and Franz managed to drive them all out successfully without either of them dying so that’s a plus, though he was concerned with the other members of his team as the gunfire and sudden explosion reached his ears and shook the building. There was an almost overwhelming urge to go help his allies, but he couldn’t just leave Franz to clear the rooms alone. Darscen or not he needed to stick with him until their job was done. He shuddered as he silently came to that conclusion, but quickly got over it as they breached the final room. 


Luke kicked in the door and let Franz swiftly enter first before following him with his rifle raised, ready to eliminate anymore Imps. Once they both entered the room Luke felt a wave of relief wash over them as the ruined room was void of anything that would want to kill the two of them. With a sigh Luke leaned against the wall a spat out a bit of blood that leaked into his mouth from his wound.[color=a0410d] “Well that was fun,”[/color] he chuckled bitterly before pushing off the wall with a reluctant grunt and hurried to the window with a furrowed brow. He peaked out of the window and arched a brow as the surrounding gunfire, along with the the rumbling of the trucks engine, began to fade away until finally an unnerving silence surrounded them all. [color=a0410d]“Where the hell that truck go?” [/color]Luke muttered to himself as the uneasy feeling in his gut grew more and more upsetting. Within the unsettling silence Luke felt as if he would go mad with frustrated curiosity. Was everyone okay? Did they hold their own? What about everyone in the other building? Where the hell was that damn truck!? To many questions filled Luke’s mind as he impatiently waited by the window frame, waiting for anymore attacks before his patients finally buckled under the pressure. 


[color=a0410d]“Fuck it, let’s get back to the others,” [/color]he said before hurrying out the room and jogging down the hallways. Once he turned the corner Luke was met with an almost welcoming sight of Jean. Almost welcoming. Luke kept it to himself, but the Corporal looked like shit. He silently wondered what could have happened, but the irritating stinging in his face reminded him that they’ve all been through a bit of shit. He glanced into the room where the injured were and felt a bit concerned for them, hoping they would be on their feet soon. At least there weren’t any dead on their side. Yet. Luke let out an exhausted sigh, spitting out a bit more blood to his frustration before hearing Jean give out his order to signal the others. [color=a0410d]“I got it!” [/color]he quickly blurted out before making his way towards the front of the building, though as he pasted Jean he couldn’t help but give a concerned glance towards him and that battered look in his eyes. He would have said something, but decided against it since he thought it’d be better if someone closer to him was better off helping him out. 


Putting aside his concerns for his teammates Luke made it to the buildings front doors and carefully opened the doors just enough to get a good look at the building the remaining members of his squad were held up in. After looking both ways and thankfully not seeing anymore Imperials, Luke leaned out of the doorway, exposing himself a bit before spotting Isaac in the window. Feeling relieved to see him still alive he waved to get his attention. [color=a0410d]“It’s clear over here! Make your way over!” [/color]he called out before double checking the streets and falling back inside the building with a sigh. [color=a0410d]“Fuck,” [/color]he muttered as he walked back to Jean who was talking with that Freya girl who also looked a bit rough. He patted jean on the shoulder and jabbed a thumb over his shoulder. [color=a0410d]“They should be here soon sir,” [/color]he muttered before walking past him and falling onto his rear with a tired grunt. [color=a0410d]“Man I need a drink,”[/color] he complained before leaning against the wall and winced as his bloody face exploded with pain again. [color=a0410d]“Son of a bitch, can someone help me with this?” [/color]he asked to anyone willing to help as he cringed in frustration while he plucked a rather big splinter from the open cuts on his cheek. With a groan he removed his helmet and ran his bloody fingers through his hair before returning his attention to his wounds. Once he plucked out another splinter with a hiss he sighed and cracked a small smile. [color=a0410d]“Well, the right side of my face may be a bit uglier, but at least the left side is still as beautiful as ever!”[/color] he chuckled with a large grin before wincing again in pain and spitting out a bit of blood. 

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