[He's been here before. Not here, and not in this place, but a person never forgets the taste of war. The smell of gunpowder in his nose and the distant sounds of explosions and screams at once pull Frank back into memory while also snapping his mind to the present.
Falling in is almost easy. Yes, sir! The orders are an uphill battle, a next to impossible mission. Understood, sir! He has no weapons, no resources save for himself and his dog. And like hell was either one of them going to die today. Weapons could be picked up from the ground no matter who was the unlucky bastard to drop it. There was no time to be precious about belongings. The next bullet certainly wouldn't care.
Upon exiting the tent he sees another new recruit for COST. Same uniform, same lack of resources. Frank gives the soldier a solid pat on the arm as the pit bull beside him gives a sharp bark, making himself known.]
We're sticking through this together, alright? You and me.
2. THE DESCENT
[This is where Frank truly feels in his element. Track that which doesn't want to be found, the quick and the dangerous. He ventures alone, knowing the risks of being exposed in the elements. The terrain is his best cover and Frank uses the trenches, trees, and hills to him hidden as best as possible.
Telltale signs of a perch alert the former Marine to a sniper up the ridge. Leaves rustle far too often and every now and again a cloud reminiscent of human breath forms against the wind. Maybe he doesn't know enough to eat the snow. Must be a kid.
Frank forces himself to push that last thought out of his mind.
With no weaponry to speak of, Frank steps through the snow as quickly as possible and ambushes the sniper from behind. He grips the Regency soldier in a familiar hold by the head when an unexpected sight gives him pause — a fellow COST operative with a tracker of their own close behind them. In a split second he makes the decision to dispatch the immediate threat first, snapping the neck with a sound of guttural satisfaction and yelling the warning before the body hits the ground.]
Behind you!
[Frank bellows the warning at full volume, with no attempt made to hide his New York accent. It didn't much matter now anyway.]
3. ANCHORS AWEIGH
[There's a celebration going on around him, but noticeably absent from Frank's hands are any form of alcohol. It's not that he doesn't drink, he absolutely does, but after being thrust so suddenly back into a war zone it's difficult to come down from that sense of heightened alertness.
Arms hang rigidly at his sides as index finger twitches involuntarily. He's itching to leave, to go back to the battlefield. If not here then the next. If not here then home. Though he does his best to remain in the background and low key, a person not participating in the revelry still manages to stand out regardless of intent.]
4. WILDCARD
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Frank Castle | mcu | new recruit
[He's been here before. Not here, and not in this place, but a person never forgets the taste of war. The smell of gunpowder in his nose and the distant sounds of explosions and screams at once pull Frank back into memory while also snapping his mind to the present.
Falling in is almost easy. Yes, sir! The orders are an uphill battle, a next to impossible mission. Understood, sir! He has no weapons, no resources save for himself and his dog. And like hell was either one of them going to die today. Weapons could be picked up from the ground no matter who was the unlucky bastard to drop it. There was no time to be precious about belongings. The next bullet certainly wouldn't care.
Upon exiting the tent he sees another new recruit for COST. Same uniform, same lack of resources. Frank gives the soldier a solid pat on the arm as the pit bull beside him gives a sharp bark, making himself known.]
We're sticking through this together, alright? You and me.
2. THE DESCENT
[This is where Frank truly feels in his element. Track that which doesn't want to be found, the quick and the dangerous. He ventures alone, knowing the risks of being exposed in the elements. The terrain is his best cover and Frank uses the trenches, trees, and hills to him hidden as best as possible.
Telltale signs of a perch alert the former Marine to a sniper up the ridge. Leaves rustle far too often and every now and again a cloud reminiscent of human breath forms against the wind. Maybe he doesn't know enough to eat the snow. Must be a kid.
Frank forces himself to push that last thought out of his mind.
With no weaponry to speak of, Frank steps through the snow as quickly as possible and ambushes the sniper from behind. He grips the Regency soldier in a familiar hold by the head when an unexpected sight gives him pause — a fellow COST operative with a tracker of their own close behind them. In a split second he makes the decision to dispatch the immediate threat first, snapping the neck with a sound of guttural satisfaction and yelling the warning before the body hits the ground.]
Behind you!
[Frank bellows the warning at full volume, with no attempt made to hide his New York accent. It didn't much matter now anyway.]
3. ANCHORS AWEIGH
[There's a celebration going on around him, but noticeably absent from Frank's hands are any form of alcohol. It's not that he doesn't drink, he absolutely does, but after being thrust so suddenly back into a war zone it's difficult to come down from that sense of heightened alertness.
Arms hang rigidly at his sides as index finger twitches involuntarily. He's itching to leave, to go back to the battlefield. If not here then the next. If not here then home. Though he does his best to remain in the background and low key, a person not participating in the revelry still manages to stand out regardless of intent.]
4. WILDCARD
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