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North/Wash D/s
Mar. 5th, 2016 09:18 pmWell, that had been a fucking trainwreck of a mission. Everything that could have gone wrong, and they'd barely scraped through. Oh the mission objective had been achieved, but none of them had got out without injury and the Director had been... displeased. Yeah, let's go with that.
He entered the locker room, a ball of tension and barely restrained anger. Pulled off his gauntlets and threw them into the container. They'd need to be fixed up, cleaned off. He took off the rest of his armour before his helmet, each piece thrown with as much aggression as he could muster, when it was warring with exhaustion.
Helmet last. He pulls it off, ruffling his sweat and blood-sticky hair, then tosses the helmet as well. He sits down on the bench and just breathes for a moment, rests his head in his hands.
He entered the locker room, a ball of tension and barely restrained anger. Pulled off his gauntlets and threw them into the container. They'd need to be fixed up, cleaned off. He took off the rest of his armour before his helmet, each piece thrown with as much aggression as he could muster, when it was warring with exhaustion.
Helmet last. He pulls it off, ruffling his sweat and blood-sticky hair, then tosses the helmet as well. He sits down on the bench and just breathes for a moment, rests his head in his hands.
