Tom groaned as he heard Black's booming voice eco through the room. He sat up in his bunk and ran a hand through his short hair. A quick glance around told him the most of the others were up. He groaned again. "Damn it. I hate being the last one up. He swung his legs over the side of his bunk and pulled on some clothes.
Wandering out into the commons, he said, "What was that about weapons?" Before he could get an answer, his gaze fell on the various cases in the centre of the room. His eyes lit up and he quickly retrieved everything that he had requested. He'd become adept at recognising various weapons at a glance. Unpacking the SCAR, he cradled it in his arms, allowing himself to feel the weight of it.
Wandering out into the commons, he said, "What was that about weapons?" Before he could get an answer, his gaze fell on the various cases in the centre of the room. His eyes lit up and he quickly retrieved everything that he had requested. He'd become adept at recognising various weapons at a glance. Unpacking the SCAR, he cradled it in his arms, allowing himself to feel the weight of it.
Really sorry I haven't posted for a while. I had real writer's block for this RP.
