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

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A groan of frustration escaped Luke as it grew more and more complicated to tend to his wounds, his bloody fingers slightly shaking and messing up only made the stinging pain a hundred times worse. After another failed attempt he heard Diana ask about Ines smacking him, who was quickly answered by Ines herself as she and the others regrouped in the building. Luke scoffed with a small smirk glanced between the two. [color=a0410d]“Where’s the compassion for an injured comrade?”[/color] he asked with a small chuckle, wincing in regret as it only made his wound flare up again. [color=a0410d]“Damn it,” [/color]he muttered in annoyance before preparing himself for another go at his injuries, though before he could Luke paused as Ines knelt down in front of him and arched a brow in confusion. He grew even more confused as she gently held the bottom of his cheek without any words. For some odd reason Luke felt a bit flustered in the sudden invasion of personal space and felt his good cheek heat up a bit. 

[color=a0410d]“H-hey what the hell are- OW OW OW!!” [/color]he yelped from the sudden sting pinch of Ines having a firm grip on one of the splinters stuck in his face. She was careful as she removed the splinter, but before Luke could speak she stated, or more like ordered, Luke to hold still or she would mess things up. Not wanting to make it worse he slightly nodded in agreement. [color=a0410d]“A-alright,” [/color]he muttered before letting her return to his wounds. Luke eyed her curiously, not expecting her of all people to help him, especially since they didn’t have such a great first impressions. He winced slightly as she carefully removed the splinters and shards of glass from his wounds and couldn’t help but remember his friend/ foster sister, Sarah. He would have smiled to the memories of him and his other friend/foster brother, Jack, getting hurt after some stupid stunt they would get into as kids, but the small stinging of Ines removing the splinters held back his smile. The scolding she’d give them, her reluctant agreements in joining in on their new schemes, hell he even remembered when she would save them from their stupid slip ups. 

He glanced back towards Ines as she held a focused glare on her work and felt a small smirk fall onto his face as she reminded him of Sarah a bit, though she looked a bit meaner it still felt the same. His smirk quickly disappeared as another splinter was removed from his face. Soon she finished and Luke let out a small sigh of relief. His wounds still hurt a bit, but they sure as hell felt better without all of that crap in his flesh. She warned him not to say anything smart and he couldn’t help but smirk and point to himself. [color=a0410d]“Me? Now Ines, how could you ever think so low of me?” [/color]he asked with his smirk spreading a bit wider in amusement not realizing this was the first time he actually said her name without thinking about her being a Darcsen. He would have found it odd, but his attention was quickly grabbed by Diana pointing out how his mug was already a mess. He chuckled and held his chin before looking off to the distance with a chuckle. [color=a0410d]“Oh come now, how can anyone hate this magnificent mug?” [/color]he questioned before pushing himself up onto his feet with a grunt. 

Gently he touched his injured cheek and frowned slightly, both from the dull pain and bloody mess from the open wounds. He let out a small sigh and rested his rifle onto his shoulder before looking around the room to see the rest of the squad finally getting together. He felt a bit of relief to see that no one was dead, but he wished he could help the injured. Unfortunately he was not the best at tending to others wounds so he would leave that to someone else more qualified. With yet another small sigh he glanced over to the girl, Lucia, and felt his curiosity of the girl rise again. She seemed like a good girl, but thinking back to the Captain giving a direct order to keep her safe at all cost was what made Luke curious of her. Was she really that important? He decided earlier to let it go for a bit, but now he couldn’t help but wonder about it again. He eyed her with an arched brow for a few brief seconds before looking off into the distance with a furrowed brow, deep in thought of what could make her so important. It annoyed him slightly, the Captain putting her life above theirs, but it also interested him a bit. Hopefully he could find the answer to his questions when they had a bit more breathing time. For now Luke would relax in the corner, check his ammo, weapon and the stolen grenade from the dead Imp and prepare for the next set of orders from Jean. As he waited though he felt a slight urge to have a smoke, silently regretting not grabbing one when Franz had offered earlier.

[@Yam I Am][@Landaus Five-One]