Re: SGT Roy Kelly
Roy splashed a little water on his hands and used them to finger comb his hair, bringing it closer to his head, but not really doing much about the knots that formed when he twisted it around (a habit he fell into when bored or thinking hard), then pulled on his armour jacket, a sling for his M14, which was unloaded, and his belt, which held holsters for his two side-arms, his LB D.E and his Mk.23 (The Mk.23 being loaded, but on safe), a sheath for his knife, and his grenade pouches, which were currently empty bar a Flashbang. In the various pockets of his trousers he kept: The ammo for his weapons, whetstones for his knife, a map of his operating area, a compass, his spare suppressors, the scope for his D.E, and a single .50AE magazine. On his back went his camelback. Roy stretched a little more before setting off to Alpha. Roy had been getting bored in the mountains, as it was proving difficult to get anywhere, if there were any insurgents to be found, none were being particularly quick to show themselves. Still, it was unusual to only be out here a month. He wondered why they were pulling him out so early, maybe to give some FNG's a go at real ops? Not his problem. Roy wandered over to Alpha, in no particular hurry, he watched the sunset over the mountains.
(I don't know much about the Hindu Kush or operations there, so it's a little hard for me to expand here.)