War rp

(We don't have tanks were on a ship)

 

(The truth hurts)

 

(.-. oh jesus)
Abhi: *Re-checking everything*

 

Drake: *grabs a knife* what can I do to help James?

 

(MATTHEW. HIS NAME IS FREAKING MATTHEW)
Abhi: *Stops panicking*

 

-watches as my troops load into Ospreys and the first wave of fighter-bombers takes off for bombing runs-

 

Abhi: *Stands by*

 

(I know )

Drake: what can I do to help James?

(should I call him Matty?)

 

(Zac we are in different places we can't talk to each other)

 

(My name in the RP is Matt not James)

 

(>.> DAMNIT I SAID THAT ALREADY-)
Abhi: Neigh. All of them are treated...

 

(I'm not in a camp Zac)

 

(Nor a place you could roll into)

 

(fine I'll call him Matty)

Drake: hey Matty what can I do to help?