'Home' - Drinking and Wrestling! (Assignment/Invite)

[Axton]

That large, or rather massive wolf was very adamant about distracting Axton from his woes. What happened to be the likely deduction being his pseudo-personal pride-and-joy being torn from him; albeit the potential loss of his primary purposes becoming a close second. With various huffs and puffs, the gigantic wolf made greater and greater noises by the moment. Eventually, by the time an immense, pink tongue swept along the soldier, a crackle invaded his right ear. The creature briefly activated the earpiece radio that was within the helmet. Hardly much tell to what frequency it was on, unfortunately. Regardless, Axton jumped at a potential reception; cupping his palm to his right ear.

"From 11421493, time approximately 1800 hours, groups Arctic Snake and Savannah Penguin authenticate position, over."

Relaying a desperate message, Axton brought his attention back to Mr. Steele. Lift the paw he said, it'll be fine he said. What tomfoolery. That seemingly offhand comment about being annoyed by his pride, however, left a silent burn sweltering behind the helmet. What a bastard; sweep out the rug and tell him he's practically his previous overarching officer. The soldier allowed Atlas to finish, promptly refusing to lift a giga-dog paw by providing an alternative.

"Mr. Steele, how much do you weigh?"

Besides that, there was another issue; ownership of life. Even with his utmost capability as a soldier gone, owing someone their life over a gun wasn't much to agree to. Being the man that sat in a hole for god-knows how long, however, the audible result was:

"Also not too particularly interested in being enslaved by a collar of debt, Mr. Steele."

[Atlas Steele]

Atlas was surprised at the weight question, noting that he was 220 Kilograms or 485 pounds.
With a smile on his face as he started to figure out what was going on here, a small section of misunderstandings as he started to feel his head beat a bit harder with a slight annoyance and pain as he wanted to bring across his point carefully.

"You work for me, as a guard, as the leader of them, you train them, you decide what they do, everything.
But that also means you have some form of responsibility as they have taken it to themselves to be interested in you slightly, to be ruled by you if you are strong enough as you may even have to show that you do not get pushed around."

Before then reaching out a small old insignia.

"Yet the old bosses of these spots, they may have owed me a favour for the weapons they got as i did my best to trade for them, spending days upon end sometimes.
Yet i do not want your life, i do not want you to be bound forever, i get overexcited, i get too tense.
But i need somebody who can kick me back to reality yet you will also need a bit of help to stay alive, i want to offer you that help if you will let me.
Just promise me that you will help me protect the kids okay?"

Before looking at his clock.

"Listen, i am planning to leave after your answer, if you have anything else to complain about, do so later. I have to bail right now to check if the other areas are doing fine."

[Axton]

The signal returned only static as Mr. Steele confirmed that he was giant in both sorts. Sweet Christ. The soldier could only have benched just under two hundred pounds prior to a supposed resolution to the dividing war. Perhaps that military project had something to do with this, as well. Regardless, Mr. Steele's terms became further solidified as he reaffirmed the specifics. Lead and train a bunch of unknowns; fine. However, Axton was only ranked as a Specialist. That position wasn't meant for command.

"Only those that are ranked Corporal or higher can take soldiers under his command. Though, there isn't anyone higher than my rank here; so..fine. I'll play your game. I'll act as stand-in Sergeant until someone more qualified for the position appears."

Spouting some details on a deal, the soldier found himself particularly uninterested. Thankfully, meanwhile, Mr. Steele ensured that it wasn't the soldier's life that he was after; rather more so a foil. Was it a foil? "Opposite" was a more familiar word to Axton. Insistent on providing a promise to protect children, the soldier was willing to comply...given that they were American citizens. However, that wasn't a component of his terms that Axton was willing to disclose immediately.

"Send a weapon that works in this environment, then. I need to adapt to provide enough performance satisfactory within military standards."

Commenting that he was to leave in a moment's time, Axton thought it best to leave this on an ending note:

"Have someone send me a tent kit and all available information that you can hand me. No soldier can survive uninformed."

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