Elijah was walking back from his post. He had just finished his shift. Letting his HK416 rest at chest level. Elijah used both hand to take off his ballistic helmet with face protection. He held it with too hands and looked into the dity blackened visor. In the reflection he could see himself being reflected. His face lined with scars, his eyes tired. All he wanted was rest. Elijah looked back up and used a hand to strap his helmet onto his sides. He slowly made his way to a fire nearby. He arrived in time to hear the last few words of one of the guards he was familiar with.
"Nothing there as usual." Elijah sighed. "I mean we should be fucking doing something not just sitting around he doing nothing. We have enough guards here would do something out there at least." Elijah complained. He opened his backpack and took out a piece of hardtack and nibbled on it, while he sat and thought to himself.