Snippet #1336052

Adrian's eyes cracked open slightly, and his eyes quickly adjusted to the gloom. His RT-20 laid against his chest, the barrel, resting against his right shoulder. 'Their language is fascinating, wouldn't you agree my old friend?' He thought at his rifle, knowing that it wouldn't talk back. Although his mind was alive with curiosity about what the girl had really said, his face was impassive, bored, and his eyes shown how deeply tired he was. 'I need to rest,' he thought again, 'but alas, the BTR wont roll on smoother ground.' Staring down at the girl once more, his eyes took in her whole form, noting how much she looked like a boy. He smirked slightly, as he remembered his shock when he found out, on accident, why she did not change with the rest of them, even relieved herself alone. The smirk vanished quickly, when he heard the jostle of ammunition within his vest pocket.

Sighing softly, he reached into his right breast pocket, and pulled out a small picture of a dark haired beauty that was his soon to be wife. His eyes grew soft, and his mouth moved slightly, uttering words that were not meant for others to hear. A small smile played across his lips, but quickly vanished, as did the picture, when he noticed one of his new companions was looking at him curiously. He returned that curious stare with a glare of his own, his eyes telling him to mind his own business.They held their stares for a few moments, but in the end, it was Adrian who one, because the other flinched and turned away.

'Please,' he pleaded softly, as he rested his head against the inner steel plating, his eyes closing, "Please. Wait for me, my love. I shall be home soon."