Commissar-Captain Totenkopt looked up from his permanent slouch, and took in the shaking recruit. He sighed, and drew his pistol. Taking a bottle of Vodka out from the desk, he shot the top off, and poured the remaining half of the bottle into a large glass.
"Comrade Sergey Litvenko eh?" Rasped the voice behind the mask. "Father served eh? What did he do?"
Standing up, he extended a straw from the bottom of his mask, and drank the remaining vodka. Sighing, he lit a cigarette as he circled the recruit, and took a drag on it using the same straw, now retracted slightly.
"So, 'Surge.' I hear your daddy had a bit of a liking for a Corsair broad when he was in the Omega Campaign." Totenkopt blew smoke into the young man's ear as he circled him. "Do you happen to know your momma then? She a little darker of skin then?"
Totenkopt folded back into the chair, and began to fiddle with the recon insignia he was fiddling with. If his metal mask had been capable of scowling, he would have done so. He looked again at the recruit and barked.
"What, are you mute boy? Answer the bloody Questions!"
Jack Handey Wrote:I can picture in my mind a world without war, a world without hate. And I can picture us attacking that world, because they'd never expect it.
