Scandigrad
TNPer
*thadunkthap*
*thadunkthap*
'Chock's' tennis ball bounced off the cement walls in the Ready Room. He was four hours into waiting for... nothing. But that was the routine of a man in the service was it not? Hurry up and wait... he thought to himself.
*thadunkthap*
The room he sat in was darkly lit, and rather damp. Without their ego driven wall art with pictures of aircraft and wingmen past, their squad room would've represented any other drab white room throughout the base. This room was different though, reflecting the character of Chock's squad.
*thadunkthap*
On each of his shoulders sat two silver bars, denoting his captain's rank. His faded salt and pepper hair and rugged face had come quickly for his 30 year old body, but flawlessly represented not only his firebrand personality, but also the airframe he flew.
A knock came at the door, and in entered an airman, barely passed the age of 20. Without a word he handed the envelope in his hand to the Captain, and departed. Intrigued, Chock dropped the tennis ball in the cupholder, and cut open the letter with his pocket knife. A smile crept up on his face as he finally had something to do.
The letter may have been informal, it was signed off with his callsign after all, but Chock wasted no time pinning the letter on the calkboard underneath one of the many pictures of the A-10 throughout the room. In sharpie he added the names MUD, MACE, and SCORCH; the rest of his flight.
BULLY Flight, A-10, Scandigrad City AB
CPT Michael "Chock" McGowen
1LT Hans "Mud" Anderson
1LT Samantha "Mace" Carlton
1LT Conor "Scorch" Li
*thadunkthap*
'Chock's' tennis ball bounced off the cement walls in the Ready Room. He was four hours into waiting for... nothing. But that was the routine of a man in the service was it not? Hurry up and wait... he thought to himself.
*thadunkthap*
The room he sat in was darkly lit, and rather damp. Without their ego driven wall art with pictures of aircraft and wingmen past, their squad room would've represented any other drab white room throughout the base. This room was different though, reflecting the character of Chock's squad.
*thadunkthap*
On each of his shoulders sat two silver bars, denoting his captain's rank. His faded salt and pepper hair and rugged face had come quickly for his 30 year old body, but flawlessly represented not only his firebrand personality, but also the airframe he flew.
A knock came at the door, and in entered an airman, barely passed the age of 20. Without a word he handed the envelope in his hand to the Captain, and departed. Intrigued, Chock dropped the tennis ball in the cupholder, and cut open the letter with his pocket knife. A smile crept up on his face as he finally had something to do.
The letter may have been informal, it was signed off with his callsign after all, but Chock wasted no time pinning the letter on the calkboard underneath one of the many pictures of the A-10 throughout the room. In sharpie he added the names MUD, MACE, and SCORCH; the rest of his flight.
BULLY Flight, A-10, Scandigrad City AB
CPT Michael "Chock" McGowen
1LT Hans "Mud" Anderson
1LT Samantha "Mace" Carlton
1LT Conor "Scorch" Li
