[ Routine is an old friend of Maine's. It's what most of his life has been structured by. Within a routine, he's comfortable. He knows what he's supposed to be doing, and his temper remains mostly unaffected by day to day annoyances.
When Maine wakes up in this place, his routine is immediately broken.
He can still work out. He can still maintain his equipment. He can still gather intel, scout the area, and everything else he used to do on a regular deployment. But he doesn't have a fucking razor: he can't shave.
In one fell swoop, Maine's mood turns sour. His sole objective becomes finding something — anything — that he can use to remove his stubble. ]
(( ooc: or wildcard it! maine will be poking around both inside and outside the house. inside, maine will be fully armored minus his helmet. outside, he'll have the helmet on as well. ))
agent maine
When Maine wakes up in this place, his routine is immediately broken.
He can still work out. He can still maintain his equipment. He can still gather intel, scout the area, and everything else he used to do on a regular deployment. But he doesn't have a fucking razor: he can't shave.
In one fell swoop, Maine's mood turns sour. His sole objective becomes finding something — anything — that he can use to remove his stubble. ]
(( ooc: or wildcard it! maine will be poking around both inside and outside the house. inside, maine will be fully armored minus his helmet. outside, he'll have the helmet on as well. ))