- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
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- I am online from 5:00 Am to around 10:30 AM Fridays through Tuesdays due to work so post will be in between those times.
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- Give-No-Fucks
- Beginner
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- Male
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Otto Williams
Interaction: Riley
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Sleep was never something Otto got much of, not after what happened to his sister and after Afghanistan...sleep was not something he enjoyed doing, sleep brought dreams of memories best left buried and forgotten in the dust but neither those memories or sleep could be avoided.
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He found himself kicked awake, uniform and plate carrier on his body, heavy boots on his feet and helmet by his side. You could hear voices and a mix of English and Dari and you and your men had stayed in a compound of a friendly tribal leader, you sprang forth from your sleeping position as you followed the man who had woken you up but you couldn't see his face or really tell whose voice it was. The second sound you heard after the voices was high pitch whistles and dull thumps getting closer and closer to the walls of the compound as men with rifles ran to the walls while women and children ran inside for safety. The third sound you heard was the screams of Aazar, the tribal chief's oldest son and interpreter for your squad during interactions with some of the other tribes but he was laid on the ground gut shot while one of your men tried desperately to save his life but seemed to be failing. You were dragged though the memory as you found yourself being pushed out of the compound by some unknown force before being deposited inside a trench, you looked forward with your rifle as the man who had woken you was standing above and out of the front of the trench and you tried to call out, tried to get him to get back in cover but your voice wasn't there and your arms wouldn't move. The whistle started again and came closer and closer as the man in front of you didn't move but at the last minute you seemed to be able to move so you jumped out of the trench and ran to the man just as....
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When Riley smacked the package on the table Otto shot up like a arrow loosed from a bow, everything in his body screaming at him that he was in danger and that he needed to fight. His eyes were bugged out and he was breathing fast as his eyes darted around the room, a few second passed before his mind registered where and what was going on. He pressed his back against the wall and slid down it before putting his head in his hands as he took a few deep breaths before looking at Riley threw his fingers. "Please...don't do that when I'm sleeping." His voice was very quiet as he spoke to her, he left the event behind though as he moved over to get the fire going again.
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On Person:
1x AR15
1x 1911A1
7x 7 round 1911 magazines
5x 30 round STANAG mags (26 rounds depleted in total)
1x tanto style combat knife
Several feet of para-cord
On Chest Rig:
6x 30 round STANAG magazines
In first pack: 3x flint and steel
In second pack: Nothing, all clothing taken out and left for others to take
Interaction: Riley
-
Sleep was never something Otto got much of, not after what happened to his sister and after Afghanistan...sleep was not something he enjoyed doing, sleep brought dreams of memories best left buried and forgotten in the dust but neither those memories or sleep could be avoided.
-
He found himself kicked awake, uniform and plate carrier on his body, heavy boots on his feet and helmet by his side. You could hear voices and a mix of English and Dari and you and your men had stayed in a compound of a friendly tribal leader, you sprang forth from your sleeping position as you followed the man who had woken you up but you couldn't see his face or really tell whose voice it was. The second sound you heard after the voices was high pitch whistles and dull thumps getting closer and closer to the walls of the compound as men with rifles ran to the walls while women and children ran inside for safety. The third sound you heard was the screams of Aazar, the tribal chief's oldest son and interpreter for your squad during interactions with some of the other tribes but he was laid on the ground gut shot while one of your men tried desperately to save his life but seemed to be failing. You were dragged though the memory as you found yourself being pushed out of the compound by some unknown force before being deposited inside a trench, you looked forward with your rifle as the man who had woken you was standing above and out of the front of the trench and you tried to call out, tried to get him to get back in cover but your voice wasn't there and your arms wouldn't move. The whistle started again and came closer and closer as the man in front of you didn't move but at the last minute you seemed to be able to move so you jumped out of the trench and ran to the man just as....
-
When Riley smacked the package on the table Otto shot up like a arrow loosed from a bow, everything in his body screaming at him that he was in danger and that he needed to fight. His eyes were bugged out and he was breathing fast as his eyes darted around the room, a few second passed before his mind registered where and what was going on. He pressed his back against the wall and slid down it before putting his head in his hands as he took a few deep breaths before looking at Riley threw his fingers. "Please...don't do that when I'm sleeping." His voice was very quiet as he spoke to her, he left the event behind though as he moved over to get the fire going again.
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On Person:
1x AR15
1x 1911A1
7x 7 round 1911 magazines
5x 30 round STANAG mags (26 rounds depleted in total)
1x tanto style combat knife
Several feet of para-cord
On Chest Rig:
6x 30 round STANAG magazines
In first pack: 3x flint and steel
In second pack: Nothing, all clothing taken out and left for others to take