Communications Specialist // Werew— // 𝘠𝘦𝘩 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝓈𝑜𝒻𝓉, 𝘩𝘶𝘩 @Shadow0n3
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Eden scratches at his head, lower lip prodding out in a faint sulk. Not for anything Ghost said. Minor annoyance that the crop of his ears means that the earpieces never quite sit right and just feel /weird/ but he jams one on anyway.
Maybe see if he can dick around with-
-Instead he snaps a nice, clean, and professional "Roger, Sir."
Holding out his hand, he takes the radio, looking it over briefly out of habit before wiggling it down into the depths of his bag. Not too far. Little side pocket so he remembers.
Hopefully won't be much need.-
"I meant-"
Eden finally looks up and over at him. He'd meant the 3-D printer which was securely at camp, but he could tell Ghost's mind was far and away. Instead he lets the words fall and die; he'd been yapping just to yap and it didn't really matter in the end.-
-It'd work, Eden swore to himself, and he was otherwise well and goddamn prepared. Leaning back, he snagged his backpack to rummage through and double check his stash before slinging it over his shoulder. Plenty of smoke. Handful of frags. Bandages if it came to it.-