It was odd to be back in uniform, both familiar and different - the cut was different from the trousers and jacket he was used to in his old uniform, but the fabric and feeling of it were much the same. The jump boots were slightly more comfortable, but he still missed his old ones that had been so well worn in. With his dogtags underneath, he just wished for his M1A1, and maybe his knife, just for good measure.
He was just getting the jacket on when Sonya went to answer the door, and pulled it straight before stepping out to meet the newcomers.
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on 2011-03-01 11:40 pm (UTC)He was just getting the jacket on when Sonya went to answer the door, and pulled it straight before stepping out to meet the newcomers.