Post by kuran on Jun 16, 2012 21:36:48 GMT -6
Sergeant James Beaufort
Raptor Squad, Spec Ops ODST
Special Operations Barracks, New Alexandria, Reach
James surveyed the young girl sitting on his bunk, who's name was Elizabeth, he had learned, and who was eight years old. She was currently cleaner than she had been in a good long while, and he'd managed to find a set of clothes that were more or less her size.
He'd found her in a car, in the middle of a firefight on Kholo. Asha, one of his team, had managed to pull her out, under fire, an act for which he had submitted a request that she be awarded a Silver Cross. The shell-shocked child had hardly spoken in the two weeks since then, though she seemed to be returning to what seemed like her normal color. Seeing your parents obliterated in a car crash would do that, he thought.
Due to some bizarre mix up in the system, James had been assigned as her guardian for the foreseeable future. While he'd always liked the idea of having a daughter, despite never being married, he had to admit that he had no experience whatsoever in how to take care of a child.
Lacking such knowledge, James had fallen back on what he knew in the week since she had moved in with him. The fireteam, four people, shared a barracks room, and James had made a fifth bunk available for her, with a curtain drawn around it for privacy, which was currently drawn back. He'd let the child have free run of pretty much everything, though she didn't seem inclined to touch anything.
And so, sitting on the edge of her bed as she stared up at him with big green eyes, James saw nothing particularly wrong with fishing a grenade pin (old) out of his pocket and handing it to the girl. It wasn't a toy...really...but he was giving her something.....right?
Raptor Squad, Spec Ops ODST
Special Operations Barracks, New Alexandria, Reach
James surveyed the young girl sitting on his bunk, who's name was Elizabeth, he had learned, and who was eight years old. She was currently cleaner than she had been in a good long while, and he'd managed to find a set of clothes that were more or less her size.
He'd found her in a car, in the middle of a firefight on Kholo. Asha, one of his team, had managed to pull her out, under fire, an act for which he had submitted a request that she be awarded a Silver Cross. The shell-shocked child had hardly spoken in the two weeks since then, though she seemed to be returning to what seemed like her normal color. Seeing your parents obliterated in a car crash would do that, he thought.
Due to some bizarre mix up in the system, James had been assigned as her guardian for the foreseeable future. While he'd always liked the idea of having a daughter, despite never being married, he had to admit that he had no experience whatsoever in how to take care of a child.
Lacking such knowledge, James had fallen back on what he knew in the week since she had moved in with him. The fireteam, four people, shared a barracks room, and James had made a fifth bunk available for her, with a curtain drawn around it for privacy, which was currently drawn back. He'd let the child have free run of pretty much everything, though she didn't seem inclined to touch anything.
And so, sitting on the edge of her bed as she stared up at him with big green eyes, James saw nothing particularly wrong with fishing a grenade pin (old) out of his pocket and handing it to the girl. It wasn't a toy...really...but he was giving her something.....right?
