Foxhole // Mission One: Armor

[Mikoyan]

// you talking to me?

[Ad Bot]

[HerpaDerp]

Jerry mysteriously disappears and appears on a hill a bit far from the intense battle, with his M107.

[Swat 3]

// you talking to me?

// Blazer, but...

I also gleam into the russian boys eyes, he looks like the same age... close. I asked for his name, and said my name was Nathan. I smile, and keep contact on his eyes.

Jerry mysteriously disappears and appears an hill a bit far from the intense battle, with his M107.

lol

[Watcher In The Myst]

Only trench sergeants can change classes

[Mikoyan]

Only trench sergeants can change classes

what thats handicapped

I look at Nathan in a confused way.

[HerpaDerp]

Only trench sergeants can change classes

since there is only one trench sergeant and up to two trench sergeants can I be trench sergeant and change my class

[Gojira]

since there is only one trench sergeant and up to two trench sergeants can I be trench sergeant and change my class

It's gonna be me or Comatose that'll be the next TSgt.
So no.

[Swat 3]

what thats handicapped

I look at Nathan in a confused way.

I seem to give some respect for this Russian. I point to a box that says, "Food," and I mumble, "I can try to get something for you to eat...", I also seem to remember russian from high school, "Знание английского языка?"

[HerpaDerp]

It's gonna be me or Comatose that'll be the next TSgt.
So no.
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how do u knowthat
otherwise

what thats handicapped.

As more enemies fall into the trench, I continue spaying my MP7 at enemies, blood splurging everywhere.
I am completely obvious of what was happening other than taking it the rushing soldiers.

[Gojira]

As more enemies fall into the trench, I continue spaying my MP7 at enemies, blood splurging everywhere.
I am completely obvious of what was happening other than taking it the rushing soldiers.

How do I know that?
Comatose and I are both dugout sergeants, aka the second-highest rank currently.

[Swat 3]

I hear some sort of SMG, and instead of getting up to get something, I peered through a crack in the door. I see a soldier, someone from my unit, spraying his MP7 as Russian Soldiers, I turn and make sure the russian doesn't see this.

[Frontrox]

Until i get home ill just be resting on a mat

[Swat 3]

My heart stopped, his uniform his bloody, and I knock on the door for him to come over. I turn around to see the russian, I noticed now. Was he the cadet that I met in bootcamp when I was shipping? If so, he must be from the UN, and I scratch my head.

How did he come to us when he is russian? I walk torward the boy, and his confusion and fear in his eyes, makes me collaspe. I keep looking at him with my deep-blue eyes, and I think.

"Your American-Russian? Because if so, it would be nice if you can tell me your story, talk freely, this is a free...world."

Though out of it all, I noticed he wasn't a captive, and I noticed he was just like me. I knelt infront of Shock, as it says from his dogtag, and I ask him, "I wonder why that boy has such a strong russian accent,"

I turn to the boy, I look into his eyes, and he met mine, I say, "I seem to like you. If you need anything, ask, but my leg is stil-" I scream as a piercing pain comes from my leg, I lay down on the ground, waiting for my death.

[blazerblock2]

From now on, refer to my character as "Schock" or "Shock".  It's confusing.

[Swat 3]

From now on, refer to my character as "Schock" or "Shock".  It's confusing.

//Edited post... Shock.

UPDATED STUFF
Name: Nathan Frank
Class: Rifleman
Rank: Senior Private
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Physical Description: Skinny, but Fit. Blonde hair and Blue eyes. He has a default facial expression that makes him look sad all the time.
Personality: roostery, though nice and charismatic. He likes to help a friend out, and he hates to waste ammo, seeing how it gives him less people to kill.
Nationality American
Other: He was interested in joining the armed forces as a sniper. Though over the time he grew to love the M8-2.
Picture:
Callsign: Wolverine
Friends/Best Wair-buddies: N/A