Noah Corek
Cocked, Locked and a Smoking Barrel
[member="Levy Willamina"]
Noah looked at himself in his bathroom mirror, he had to admit, he looked more like he was going out to the range than going on a date. Dressed in his Omega Pyre fatigues with his Colonel rank patch on a velcro patch in the middle of his chest. Breath on his hand, Noah found that he still had some pretty bad breath and walked over to the sink and began to brush them. That was until he heard the door bell ring. "Melissa, get that please?" Noah asked his daughter, who sighed and stood up and walked to the door.
Noah looked at himself in his bathroom mirror, he had to admit, he looked more like he was going out to the range than going on a date. Dressed in his Omega Pyre fatigues with his Colonel rank patch on a velcro patch in the middle of his chest. Breath on his hand, Noah found that he still had some pretty bad breath and walked over to the sink and began to brush them. That was until he heard the door bell ring. "Melissa, get that please?" Noah asked his daughter, who sighed and stood up and walked to the door.