Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34100315-20180314004411/@comment-27661770-20180314022026

He looked up.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Kind eyes stared from under an army green jacket with a retractable hood.

One broken lens in a pair of sunglasses showed his eye. The other remained cloaked by the black glass or plastic.

A thick, brown beard, not unlike that of a lumberjack, protruded from his chin.

He hadn't said a word. So who the hell was this, and where were Barnes, Daniels, and... Shit. He forgot if he knew the blond guy's name. He just went by Jacket among the squadron. "Ghost Wolves", the Russians called them.