AFter mission log - Seth Yamanu

A cold man

"can you believe that?" a tipsy soldier said taking his alcohol a bit too close to his less than thrilled comrade. "we actually won!"

"no, i can't" the unfortunate Mechanic muttered as he mourned his losses and covered his nose "how the hell did that happen?"

Aside from the disappointment of a few, the Marines had thrown a party in the shelter with their combined winnings and there was plenty of extra for the Marines to offer to buy those that had bet against them, a drink or two.

However the revelry took an awkward pause when the Staff Sergent entered the tent. Seth was usually absent from such things and his presence made his own unit uneasy not to mention the mechanics who suddenly had to think about how this higher ranking soldier might react to the situation

While Staff Sergent Yamanu crossed the room, the only sound that could be heard was the howling wind outside. Their eyes widened as he stopped at a mechanic by he name of Charles Peterson. Charles had been the one holding the bets and it was everyones guess that he was about to face some serious trouble.

After a moment of silence Charles dug into his pocket "here's your take" he said handing a wad of bills to Seth. Without a word, Seth spun on his heel and walked briskly out of the the shelter muttering to himself "Okay, so what if it was a good bet. I'd still rather not participate."

Several soldiers looked at each other in response, many of them wondering who their infamous commander had spoken to; none had an answer to anyone else's gaze.