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GI Joe Down time (open to one woman)
Private First Class Robert Meyer
Age 19
Height 5'10"
Hair: buzzed sandy hair
Eyes: round, gray eyes
Rounded ears and chin with light build and skin with no tattoos and piercings. Single with no children. My frame is lanky the way my uniform hangs off of my thin body.
After just a year at my first duty station I am 'recruited' by this organization and placed on the back of a helicopter with just the contents of my rucksack and one duffle bag; that was all I was allowed to bring and I had to turn over my cellphone and forbiden to tell anyone, even my parents, I was even leaving. All I heard were wild rumors of this group Gi Joe and chalked it up as drinking stories until this sergeant took me in into an office at battalion head quarters one day. He was an imposing guy with a square jaw, sleek cut blonde hair and bright blue eyes with this deep scar on his right cheek under his right eye. Allowing me to sit he asked me where I was from, my hopes and dreams in the Army and I wondered what the purpose of all this was, i was already enlisted and it was another 2 and a half years before I was up for reenlistment and the man cut to te chase.
"We've been watching you, Meyer. Your skill in electronics is in the top five percent. We could usea fresh body in our 'organization'."
Organization? "What kind of organization?"
"That's classified" he replied bluntly, "but I will tell you if you join us." There was no time to consider. He demanded then and there; yes or no. Yes and I get to be in and have all the secrets revealed to me and No he would disappear and I would go back to my budding career in the Army.
"Yes!"
"Excellent. Pack your bags."
Soon I was wisked away to this underground base with hundreds of other people; complete strangers and with no guide I soon became lost.
My MOS was just a tech head, all aspects electronics, and outside of basic I had no combat training and during survival, wandering the woods with a half dozen others wandering the woods. Fortunately we were competent with a map and found our way out except here I was alone and witout a proper map. With no guide I went from place to place asking for directions and the people pointed me in different directions and I swear they knew of my predictament and misguiding me deliberately for their own amusement. One item that surprised me during my 'self tour' was the presence of many women; from soldiers to fellow technicians and a fewof them had the aurora of they could kill me with no effort or pity.
After, perhaps an hour, of wandering and much embarrassment I found my room where I could set down my duffle and ruck and finally begin to unpack. First impressions were important and today I looked like an ass going from person to person asking for help and everywhere they chuckled.
Muttering under my breath as I unpacked there was a voice from behind, at the room's entrance, where that same man that recruited me stood. "You found your room. Congratulations."
'Congratulations?' He was making it sound like it was a challenge that I overcame and still I did not know his name.
"Kid, my name is Duke," crossing his brawny arms in front of his chest., "Let me be the first to tell you, we're always watching so you best be your best. That's all we ask of you. Do your best, always."
"Yes, sir" I replied crisply whilst standing at attention.
He laughed, "Don't call me 'sir' I work for a living. Just wait her. A guide will show you all the places of the PIT you missed already."
So, I wait after emptying everything in the bag and sitting on my small, simple, bed and waiting for my guide and wondering who it will be.
I am restarting this old thread. Looking for one woman. You do not have to be well versed in this comic series to play. It is for fun.
Private First Class Robert Meyer
Age 19
Height 5'10"
Hair: buzzed sandy hair
Eyes: round, gray eyes
Rounded ears and chin with light build and skin with no tattoos and piercings. Single with no children. My frame is lanky the way my uniform hangs off of my thin body.
After just a year at my first duty station I am 'recruited' by this organization and placed on the back of a helicopter with just the contents of my rucksack and one duffle bag; that was all I was allowed to bring and I had to turn over my cellphone and forbiden to tell anyone, even my parents, I was even leaving. All I heard were wild rumors of this group Gi Joe and chalked it up as drinking stories until this sergeant took me in into an office at battalion head quarters one day. He was an imposing guy with a square jaw, sleek cut blonde hair and bright blue eyes with this deep scar on his right cheek under his right eye. Allowing me to sit he asked me where I was from, my hopes and dreams in the Army and I wondered what the purpose of all this was, i was already enlisted and it was another 2 and a half years before I was up for reenlistment and the man cut to te chase.
"We've been watching you, Meyer. Your skill in electronics is in the top five percent. We could usea fresh body in our 'organization'."
Organization? "What kind of organization?"
"That's classified" he replied bluntly, "but I will tell you if you join us." There was no time to consider. He demanded then and there; yes or no. Yes and I get to be in and have all the secrets revealed to me and No he would disappear and I would go back to my budding career in the Army.
"Yes!"
"Excellent. Pack your bags."
Soon I was wisked away to this underground base with hundreds of other people; complete strangers and with no guide I soon became lost.
My MOS was just a tech head, all aspects electronics, and outside of basic I had no combat training and during survival, wandering the woods with a half dozen others wandering the woods. Fortunately we were competent with a map and found our way out except here I was alone and witout a proper map. With no guide I went from place to place asking for directions and the people pointed me in different directions and I swear they knew of my predictament and misguiding me deliberately for their own amusement. One item that surprised me during my 'self tour' was the presence of many women; from soldiers to fellow technicians and a fewof them had the aurora of they could kill me with no effort or pity.
After, perhaps an hour, of wandering and much embarrassment I found my room where I could set down my duffle and ruck and finally begin to unpack. First impressions were important and today I looked like an ass going from person to person asking for help and everywhere they chuckled.
Muttering under my breath as I unpacked there was a voice from behind, at the room's entrance, where that same man that recruited me stood. "You found your room. Congratulations."
'Congratulations?' He was making it sound like it was a challenge that I overcame and still I did not know his name.
"Kid, my name is Duke," crossing his brawny arms in front of his chest., "Let me be the first to tell you, we're always watching so you best be your best. That's all we ask of you. Do your best, always."
"Yes, sir" I replied crisply whilst standing at attention.
He laughed, "Don't call me 'sir' I work for a living. Just wait her. A guide will show you all the places of the PIT you missed already."
So, I wait after emptying everything in the bag and sitting on my small, simple, bed and waiting for my guide and wondering who it will be.
I am restarting this old thread. Looking for one woman. You do not have to be well versed in this comic series to play. It is for fun.
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