Post by Alexander Castle on May 15, 2016 1:33:47 GMT -5
Once his quarters were found, Castle picked a bunk and set his things down. Like others would no doubt do, he sat on the bed and set to removing his boots. He let out a sigh of relaxation when his boots were off. Damn it felt good to strip down some, if only a little. His gear was the next to come off. He vest was tossed to the foot of the bed and his M-4 was set down at his side, still within arms reach. He then removed his shirt and set it at the foot of the bed. Poncho took a bed not far from him and it made Castle laugh.
"Been a long time for both of us, hey boy?" He said as he watched his dog get comfortable. He removed the pistol holster at his side and was now completely gear free. It felt good. "How 'bout a bath, huh? Think I got some left..." He trailed off as he searched his bag, coming up with a thing of baby wipes. Just a few left. He removed one and closed the package off before wiping under his arms, chest, and neck. It felt good. Even if it wasn't a real bath.
Once done he tossed the wipe in his bag and laid down to rest on his bed. With a heavy sigh his mind once more turned to the group he now found himself in. Was it too late to run? The man leading everyone, Jace, clearly had plans on making this place home. Building a fence and fortifying was like placing a giant neon billboard sign that said, 'Yes, we are a group of survivors who are looking for trouble. Please come raiders and other evil doers. We have food, drink, women, and children. Kill the men, they'd only get in your way.'
The thought made him chuckle. Was Castle really as cold as everyone thought? Had he always been this way? He remembered a time when he used to laugh. Friends and brothers in arms... People he once cared about. He would've done anything for them... He had their back and they had his.
His arm rose up over his eyes, blocking out the light. That was a lifetime ago. He was a different man now. War had changed him. War changed everyone, and to say it didn't was a damn right lie. Some were better at coping then others, but it effected everyone. After Iraq, Castle went Special Forces. The things he did, the things he saw... It wasn't like anything he had ever seen or done before.
He sat up, annoyed with his thoughts. He hated being alone. "You know boy... Sometimes I wish you could fucking talk. You know that?" The dog knew that. Castle had said it many times before. "fuck... What I wouldn't give for a beer right now." He started chuckling. His chuckle turning into laughter. Poncho simply perked his ears as he listen to Castle go on.
"They'll need some fucking training, you know... Otherwise they'll get everyone killed. Useless fucking lot, all of 'em." He fell back on the bed. "Well, not all of 'em..." He said before reaching into his pack and pulling out a book. He shifted so he was sitting with the length of the bed, and then called his dog over. Poncho rushed over to his bed and laid at the man's side. He opened the book to where he had left off and lazily rubbed at his dog's fur.
"Been a long time for both of us, hey boy?" He said as he watched his dog get comfortable. He removed the pistol holster at his side and was now completely gear free. It felt good. "How 'bout a bath, huh? Think I got some left..." He trailed off as he searched his bag, coming up with a thing of baby wipes. Just a few left. He removed one and closed the package off before wiping under his arms, chest, and neck. It felt good. Even if it wasn't a real bath.
Once done he tossed the wipe in his bag and laid down to rest on his bed. With a heavy sigh his mind once more turned to the group he now found himself in. Was it too late to run? The man leading everyone, Jace, clearly had plans on making this place home. Building a fence and fortifying was like placing a giant neon billboard sign that said, 'Yes, we are a group of survivors who are looking for trouble. Please come raiders and other evil doers. We have food, drink, women, and children. Kill the men, they'd only get in your way.'
The thought made him chuckle. Was Castle really as cold as everyone thought? Had he always been this way? He remembered a time when he used to laugh. Friends and brothers in arms... People he once cared about. He would've done anything for them... He had their back and they had his.
His arm rose up over his eyes, blocking out the light. That was a lifetime ago. He was a different man now. War had changed him. War changed everyone, and to say it didn't was a damn right lie. Some were better at coping then others, but it effected everyone. After Iraq, Castle went Special Forces. The things he did, the things he saw... It wasn't like anything he had ever seen or done before.
He sat up, annoyed with his thoughts. He hated being alone. "You know boy... Sometimes I wish you could fucking talk. You know that?" The dog knew that. Castle had said it many times before. "fuck... What I wouldn't give for a beer right now." He started chuckling. His chuckle turning into laughter. Poncho simply perked his ears as he listen to Castle go on.
"They'll need some fucking training, you know... Otherwise they'll get everyone killed. Useless fucking lot, all of 'em." He fell back on the bed. "Well, not all of 'em..." He said before reaching into his pack and pulling out a book. He shifted so he was sitting with the length of the bed, and then called his dog over. Poncho rushed over to his bed and laid at the man's side. He opened the book to where he had left off and lazily rubbed at his dog's fur.