[center][color=92278f][h3]Victor Asimov[/h3][/color][/center]

Victor found the next few days rather peaceful. The camp was set up similar to how his boot camp was and was at least somewhat familiar too him. The tall Russian was never really bored he always found something to do. When he wasn’t training on his new weapon, Victor could be found talking to some locals and the other injured. Both to keep them company and get some Intel on the terrain and fighting forces they would be going up against.

Although sometimes the others wouldn’t talk much he would still talk to them, tell them about himself. He found this to be a good way at getting out of his shell while also getting some good information. Scratching down letters to send home to love ones as well for the ones he could. Victor learned a lot this way. Learning about the violence, the unrelenting Japanese, stories of war machines and endless artillery. The boy also learned of the types of weather for the seasons, what kind materials worked well for temporary shelters, wild foods that one could eat, and ways to keep the insects away.

Although the soldiers were in a bad way, most seemed to enjoy talking to the strapping young lad. His time would also be spent practicing with the sword that was kept secured on his left hip. Some others seemed to be interested, for a little while. A few even interested in training with it. A request he didn’t mind, after all it was just one more thing to get their minds off other things.

He even found himself volunteering for perimeter patrols. He knew that he was going out in this eventually and too him this was the best way to prepare himself for the rigors of war in a tropical environment. The others that were tasked to his team seemed like good people, but he hadn’t spent all that much time with them. Other than base interactions, they all seemed to have their own lane and didn’t have much reason to interact with each other.

But today seemed like a rather lazy day for the most part. After doing his usual PT, Victor found himself going over his new gear again. Taking it apart and putting it back together, cleaning it while also going over how to deal with jams. The weapon was magnificent in its own right. Made for anti-armor purposes it was going to be fun to use in the field even if it was a bit cumbersome and heavy.

After going through his gear one last time, the tall blonde found comfort by just sitting on the ground next to his cot. His white tank top smeared with black streaks and grease. The ever present amount of sweat glistened off his brow. He found it calming to just be able to sit there and slowly polish and sharpen his family sword knowing full well that this peace won’t last forever. For the time Victor would simply do this and meditate alone until someone came to get him or wanted to talk.