War rp

(Nothing.)

 

Captain Matthew Rodgers
Age: 18
Personality: Very good sense of right and wrong, fight very well, set morals, once he has a belief he sticks to it, loyal (like no man left behind)
Parents: Captain Steven Rodgers, Corporal Sharon Carter
Looks: 6'4 Blonde hair, blue eyes, peak of physical perfection (Can you figure out why?)

 

Name: Drake
Age: 21
Looks: 6ft, black military crew cut, buff, tanned, caring brown eyes that can turn stone cold in an instant
Personality: ?
Parent: U.S. president but he doesn't know I'm his son because he got a girl preggers on a one-legged night stand I am the outcome
Skills: murdering, stealth, surveillance
Extra: spy

 

My unit just got pulled out of India they sent 1st Calvary to take our place we know what's wrong though I have my men set up on the northern side of camp were dug in. Now I'm assuming we just wait

 

(by the way my character has braces and snake bites the piercing)

 

-Follows Zac-
Oh hey Matthew.

 

If we go on the offensive we can help, I'm only considered a captain but in running a corp

 

(where are we exactly?)

 

Serena:
-fixes her lip rings-

 

Drake: *sits on a log sharpening a dagger glaring at anything that moves*

 

-Scratches head and frowns-
Zac, I'm supposed to be going over today. You know, infiltrate their barracks and mess up their landmines.

 

(He's asking where the camps are I'd suggest maybe china, Okinawa, Japan)

 

Serena:
Huh? What?