ECHO
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ᴳᴿᴼᵁᴺᴰ ᶻᴱᴿᴼ
Joined January 2026
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Fingerless glove, a lopsided smile spreading across his face, clearing his throat before murmuring softly, and gruffly. “ m’ echo . “ His voice had a very thick Irish accent, and was rough with disuse, not fitting his own look at all.
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He fidgets with his hands, nervous, but not for the mission, but the man next to him. His eyes dart over, searching his face and kit before darting away before he can notice. Maybe he should introduce himself. He turns his body, holding out his hand, which was covered by a>
Apollo either doesn't hear the apology or doesn't care enough to respond, too busy with watching someone eye the folded up kennel against one wall, tightly strapped into place. That's probably what he'll be in on the ride back.
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A dry, hoarse chuckle came from the man, before realizing how awful it sounded and shutting up instantly, murmuring a soft sound of apology. He rubs his neck, fingers dipping under the hem of his balaclava to scratch at his ginger nape.
He offers the flash of a sharp-toothed grin before tearing into the treat without even unwrapping it. He finishes checking over the straps on his harness as he gnaws at it, shoulders dropping a bit as he relaxes. His teeth had been itching to work at something.
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Pinching his fingers together, drawing them towards his own mouth. Sign language, he said “yours. Eat.”
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A soft chuckle, emerald green eyes crinkling. He slowly reached for the man’s hand, giving him any chance to pull away. When he doesn’t, he sets the meat stick in his hand and closes it, pulling away. He flattens his hand towards him, palm first and pushing forward, then>
— wolf ears sticking up. He very much does want it, but he has the manners to wait for permission. For now at least. He doesn't snatch food out of hands he doesn't know.
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𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘺-𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘱𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. — call of duty rp | mw i-iii | advanced warfare — crossover friendly — mdni — a muse of #sister
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Digging in his pack, pulling out a slim Jim. It wasn’t much, but he didn’t think Apollo liked granola. He gave Apollo a soft tilt of his head and a lopsided smirk. Silently asking if he’d like it.
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Echo glanced briefly towards Apollo, fingers brushing the edge of his rifle. A single slow tap of his fingers on the stock signaled acknowledgement. He adjusted his balaclava, tucking a stray red curl back in before remembering what Capt. had said. He likes food. He’s>
— before he started double checking his own gear, tugging the straps around his vest. Seemed he didn't pack much of anything for the mission, barely even a small knife.
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Weight distribution. Predator coiled, not military trained. Echos eyes lingered a second longer than necessary. Who was this person?
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Cluster. Rifle slung, kit squared away, posture relaxed but alert. His gaze moved constantly, tracing the perimeter, the shadows, and the unfamiliar figure standing near command. He thinks Capt. called them Apollo? Clocking them immediately, different stance, different>
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Telegraph key, using Morse code to voice: ‘ I have eyes on you , coast is clear ‘
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'𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲, 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧' https://t.co/zAjFvmENC4
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