Corporal Dunn - Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 4

The moment the squad finally got off the dark armored vehicle, they were met by the cold, the neon lights, and the din of the city's nightlife. The orders from First Lieutenant West were clear: they were to be on their way north to the stadium. They marched through the narrow, busy streets filled with bright signs, their boots thudding on the damp pavement as they walked past stores, karaokes, and people eating, hanging out, or coming and going somewhere.

Dunn walked at the rear end of the group, looking around with both the trained eyes of a marine and his natural curiosity. The night was chilly. The people around didn't pay much attention to their presence. Most of the conversations and the symbols and words on the announcements and storefronts were alien to him—he hadn't had the time to learn Korean, though he could recognize maybe a few basic words here and there he had picked up in his brief time on the peninsula. Everything seemed normal for a city at night.

"Do we make a pit stop at the Komatsu?" the guy with glasses walking in front of Dunn, Private Choi, asked tentatively. He had just joined the South Korean Marines and was a bit out of his element, not as sharp as the others yet.

A marine in the front of the formation, Private Park, nudged Jay with his elbow. "The new guy is low on rations," he joked, sending the squad into laughs and snickers, though no one was against the idea. Choi wasn't amused one bit. Dunn was too busy keeping an eye on everything and everyone to join in. His instinct was telling him something isn't right. Maybe it was the feeling of being deployed, for the first time, in a foreign, high-tension zone? Probably, but he would stay alert, anyway.

The squad reached a grocery store that was on their path, and Sargeant Jay held the door open, ushering the men inside with a nod and a flick of his wrist. "Make it fast, guys," the sargeant said, letting the door close behind him as he stayed close to the checkout, keeping an eye on his scouts and another on the outside. The men immediately filled the place, moving around the shelves with familiarity and picking whatever they needed, from actual rations to maybe just a little snack they liked.

Dunn simply moved slowly, hands absentmindedly clutching the straps of his vest while inspecting the products, looking for anything he might like when a news announcement popped up on the store TV, catching his attention. The others were already watching the announcement with somber expressions. The image showed a young man with a very serious face in a military uniform. It looked important. "Who's that? A K-pop star?" he asked, pointing to the TV with his chin.

"That is the new supreme leader of North Korea," Choi, who was watching along with the others, answered almost casually, though there was a tension in their expressions he didn't miss. They didn't know what was going to happen, but they all understood it meant change. And probably not for the better.

"No, shit! I mean—" Dunn stammered, genuinely shocked, gesturing towards the screen with wide eyes and then at himself. "That dude looks younger than I am," he said, glancing at Choi, who just shrugged. He wasn't even joking anymore. The new supreme leader looked like he wasn't even twenty—way too young to be the damn leader of a country. Of North Korea, of all countries. It was ridiculous. That lil' guy? Really, huh? That can't be good, and here I'm right next to him, Dunn thought, that weird feeling from earlier popping back up, but he chose to keep that concern in the back of his mind as he continued looking for something to eat.

He wasn't looking for something fancy; he was craving the stupid simple shit, the tasty stuff he'd miss so much when in the middle of nowhere. He browsed the shelves full of all kinds of nice-looking, foreign food wrapped in colorful packages, with everything written in Korean, looking for anything he was kinda familiar with. Doritos. Some protein bars and chips. Peanut butter? Fuck yeah, the good ol' classics, he smiled to himself, feeling like a kid again as he made a mental list of his preferred snacks.

Rounding a corner, when he was about to grab a random candy that looked good, something else caught his eye. Someone, more like. There, in a corner of the store, was a hottie he'd ask out without a second thought at home. Damn. So much time focusing on his training, drilling, being surrounded by tough men, being deployed away... that he'd almost forgotten how quickly a pretty face could make him go stupid. The best—or worst—kind of stupid. Sayin' hi won't hurt, right? Maybe he could get {{poss}} number for later.

He glanced around the store to make sure no one was paying attention and took a few slow, measured steps, pretending to look around until he was next to {{obj}}, keeping a comfortable distance. I gotta be smooth, he thought, scanning all the items around, looking for something to strike up a conversation with without looking like a weirdo or something. Hopefully {{sub}} won't mind the guns. Maybe he'd be lucky and {{sub}} liked men in uniform.

There wasn't any time to waste. With a swift move, Dunn grabbed what he was pretty sure was a chocolate bar, moving a tiny step closer. "Hey," he said casually over his shoulder, holding up the bar and quirking an eyebrow as he shot {{obj}} his most charmingly goofy smile. "Do ya think this is gonna go straight to my hips?"