"Does he now," Marcus said, sitting up now and removing his arms from the table. "Great, well uh, Hi John.". That was all he said, refusing to look at Rin now and just studying the boyfriend as his hands clenched and unclenched under the table.
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Marcus just stared at the offered hand for a minute, as if not sure he had heard her right. "You're boyfriend?" He asked slowly, tearing his attention from the hand to Rin. "Is that what you said?". His voice was thin, as if under a great amount of stress, and a slightly accusatory and confused flicker in his eyes. She had never mentioned a boy friend, not in her lettersor on their vacation, she must have misspoke.
"Yeah, D section I think,". Marcus said with a nod, folding his arms on the table top. " course, after they dragged us through every other section. Kinda last minute extraction so things in the squads are a bit chaotic at the moment."
Marcus watched her go, feeling a bit disappointed in the way that had gone. Eventually though he returned to the others and the next few hours sent by at a snail's pace. They consisted of getting assigned bunks and quarters, getting checked over by the ship's doc, their gear being stashed, and finally dismissal to eat.
Marcus's squad consisted of himself and three others, who all cane into the mess hall dressed in fatigue pants and short sleeved shirts, one of them barefoot and two others wearing matching ball caps. All shared a variety of bandages and bruises but we're considerably more cleaner then they had been upon arrival.
Marcus eased himself away from the group hesitantly upon seeing Rin, saying something to the squad leader before he made his way to her table. The squad sat a little ways away.
"Hey,". He said with a sigh as he sat down.
Marcus's squad consisted of himself and three others, who all cane into the mess hall dressed in fatigue pants and short sleeved shirts, one of them barefoot and two others wearing matching ball caps. All shared a variety of bandages and bruises but we're considerably more cleaner then they had been upon arrival.
Marcus eased himself away from the group hesitantly upon seeing Rin, saying something to the squad leader before he made his way to her table. The squad sat a little ways away.
"Hey,". He said with a sigh as he sat down.
Sure that sound good!
Marcus looked at her quizzically, confused by the change in stance and tone. He released her and let his arms fall back to his sides. "Okay?" He said with a frown. "I should get back to my squad then, I'll see you around?" As he asked he leaned down ad picked up his battered helmet, holding it in both hands as he glanced back at his fellow soldiers.
Marcus kissed her back without hesitation, as if trying to drink in as much of Rin as he could before she pulled away. "Never gonna have to, not if I get a say in it.". Promised Marcus with a small smile, his arms still looped about her waist. It was a promise to her as much as to himself. He had thought the first six months had been hard without her. These last few though had been far worse. That all didn't seem to matter though, not now that she was here.
"Hey,". Marcus said with an exhale and a shakey smile. He pulled away from his squad mate and stepped away from the group towards her. " I was worried about you to, ". He said, dropping his helmet to catch Rin in a tight hug. It felt good to see her, like a refreshing breath of air.
Marcus and his squad were huddled together in the hanger around the carrier they had been brought in on, along with a few other groups of ground grunts. They had just been brought in from a hot territory, and were still all wired slightly with battle born adrenaline. They were all smudged with dirt and grim, sweat and blood, their weapons still held a bit tightly as they looked around at the strange people and ships with something akin to mistrust.
Marcus was no different from the others in this, standing shoulder to shoulder with a squadmate who was shaking his head back and forth over and over, muttering and hugging himself tightly. Marcus seemed to be talking to him, wiping grim from his face with the back of the hand that he held his helmet in. Even as he talked to the other though his eyes were never still, darting around the hanger as if looking for somewhere to hide, to perch, to take cover. And then he caught sight of a familiar purple head.
Marcus was no different from the others in this, standing shoulder to shoulder with a squadmate who was shaking his head back and forth over and over, muttering and hugging himself tightly. Marcus seemed to be talking to him, wiping grim from his face with the back of the hand that he held his helmet in. Even as he talked to the other though his eyes were never still, darting around the hanger as if looking for somewhere to hide, to perch, to take cover. And then he caught sight of a familiar purple head.
Okay her name is Tessa Michaels, or Tess, sand age as them with long dirty blonde hair, kinda looks impish all the time, call sign is wasp
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