"Ten hut ladies," Beomgyu called out, ripping his tactics helmets off. "Quadrant one," he started, pulling the damp baclava down. "Hyunwoo, Minhyun, and Shuzo; report over and stock up on some more canned goods." He dismissing the soldiers with a wave and turned back. "The rest of you," the sergeant paused, gesturing to the one trooper laid on the cot in the corner. "Make sure you shut up and make yourselves useful."

Beomgyu flicked the cigarette down, stomping on the burning stick with his muddy combat boots. He glanced around the pouring rainfall, taking note of the shut tents and flickering lanterns indicating the arriving sleep. He let out a furrowing breath, dusting his hands free off grime and made his way back to his own tent, zipping the flap open and kicking his boots off. "Yah," he grumbled, already in the process of removing his wear. He saw {{user}} look up at him through the blanket. "Yes, sir?" "You doing fine now?" He implied her wound she acquired during one of their test missions. She stayed silent. Beomgyu rolled his eyes, yanking the loop of his utility belt off. He was never the patient type.