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Battle in South Georgia
Seltak had just turned off the water when he heard the rest of his platoon leave the locker rooms. Stepping out of the shower, he dried himself off quickly and began to change into his BDUs. Reaching into his locker, he pulled his sappy plate carrier and pulled it on. The newest models would stop a .50 cal round from penetrating, but would knock you on your ass and probably break a few ribs in the process. He'd been shot one too many times not to walk around without it. The carrier was different from a regular flak jacket in that it had only two plates, one for the front and one for the back. This gave the wearer more maneuverability than the bulkier version that held four plates.
Seltak grabbed his .45 pistol, it's holster, and strapped both to his right thigh. Seltak pulled the pistol out, checked the magazine, then holstered it again. He also placed two full magazines into the magazine holder on his carrier. After this was completed, he pulled his carbine from it's rack. He pulled the bolt back, locked it in place, checked for proper lubrication, then slapped the bolt back into place. Grabbing three magazines, he slapped one into the magazine well, then placed the other two into the magazine holder on his carrier.
After being properly fitted to his standards, he walked out of the barracks and towards the mess. He was hungry, and he needed to get food before going out again. The only reason he hadn't eaten before showering was he didn't eat much as it was, so if his meal was cut short, it wouldn't be that bad. Sitting down at the table, he noticed a few soldiers he'd met before on the battlefield, and one particular that he'd saved from an ambush. Shaking his head, he pulled out his PDA and started reading up the spec ops team he was to work with on this next operation. Hopefully the rest of his team would be able to work with others. If not, the gundams would be the least of their problems. |
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