Andrew Marshal, aka Khukuri, sat at the edge of the mess area slightly isolated from the others with
music playing loudly into his ears via a pair of ancient, battered looking earphones. Up till now he had been completely absorbed into what he was doing, performing maintenance on his FN Five-Seven pistol and reminiscing on past missions, but now he dropped what he was doing in the hope of receiving some good news from Huscarl.
The recent quiet had been tormenting Andrew. Truly what was worse the the fighting for him was the long periods of waiting between it. In fact Khukuri had often found that there was a certain thrill that could be found nowhere but at those times he was closest to death on the battlefield, not that he wasn't careful. He stood from from the bench he had been sat on, removing the skull candy headphones, holstering his now complete pistol and slinging the olive green gas mask he had worn for this mornings run under his arm before approaching Huscarl for a morning brief.
"Yo Huscarl." Andrew said cheerfully with a grin on his face. "'Any word from the brass as to why we're still sat here with our thumbs up our asses?" He asked as he sat beside his boss and friend. Obviously here with this many yanks present he didn't expect anything more than a yes or a no answer but something was better than nothing. He pulled the forward brim of his boonie hat up so he could see better now he had entered a shaded patch on the roof.