[hr][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/Iy3wznf.png[/img] [h1][color=f7941d]Port Algec[/color][/h1][h3][color=f26522]Mess Hall[/color][/h3][/center] [@Phoenix347][@Crosswire] [hr] Roose's eyes widened and his salutatory stoic smile shrunk to a smirk as his superior officer called his thinly-veiled excuse of a bluff. Though he was just about to try and weasel his way out of his situation, his fellow soldier had started to speak. Clearly the situation she had found herself in was of greater severity than what Roose had done and so he stayed to listen, crossing his arms while nodding along as she recounted the events of what had just happened. Halfway through the story, Roose realized who she was and who she spoke of, though the only words he could let out was to comment under his breath with [color=#f4be0f]"I don't know about unavoidable"[/color], in reference to narrowly avoiding the stretcher on the way here. After Skye's story though, their commander began to chew her out about taking your vitamins or whatever as Roose tuned out completely from the sermon and focused on his comrade eating the inedible rations they served at the mess hall. [color=#f4be0f]"You know, the Centurion's right. You shouldn't jeopardize the health of soldiers here, specially your own. [i]So[/i], I'm gonna grab that boar which got inside the base and commandeered one of our jeeps before I shot it dead and have the cooks serve it to you. Just between us three, I think the canned rations are actually older than the base itself."[/color] With a quick salute to both fellow squaddies, Roose stepped away before Tyr could hopefully followup with further questions. As he got out though, the results of his actions had stranded him back at square one except now there were added consequences if he didn't tidy it up. Ironically, having to fireman carry the boar towards the mess hall kitchen by himself was the furthest thing from tidy as pig's blood dripped on his favourite jacket on the way there. He would purposefully pass by Tyr and Skye to show that he was actually doing what he had said he would do. As he arrived to the kitchen, Roose would dump the boar on the nearest table regardless of what had been on there before. [color=#f4be0f]"Alright, here it is lads. Like we spoke of yesterday, finest game in Iberia: [i]jamón ibérico[/i]. Or rather it will be when you get around three servings for me now since I'm in a bit of a bind right now."[/color] The Carius' plea hopefully wouldn't fall on deaf ears.