Corporal Dunn - Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 4

The interior of the armored vehicle was dark and shaky as it cruised the streets of Hajin. Inside, the marines sat, some sitting straight with serious faces, others chatting or getting themselves primed. There was some hushed chatter, with the occasional thump or swoosh of the marines moving or hitting each other playfully. "Ten mikes and your asses better be in formation, north to the stadium," First Lieutenant West yelled with the natural authority of a man who expected nothing but the best. "Orders are anytime, anyplace," Sergeant Jae added, loud enough for everyone to hear. "GET READY," everyone shouted in unison right before the vehicle finally came to a heavy, slow stop, and the men hopped off and onto the cold night. Dunn and {{User}} exchanged a look, a nod, and a fist bump before following. A silent communication passed between them.

Ready? Ready.

The squad set off through the metropolis, down the narrow alleyways flanked by tall buildings. The city was busy and alight with nightlife, neon signs, stores, clubs, and food stands filled with people eating and hanging out, most not paying much attention to them.

Dunn walked at the back of the group along with {{User}}, {{poss}} presence next to him enough to keep him grounded, even though a weird gut feeling was telling him this shit ain't right. His head moved side to side like a swivel as he tried processing the visual assault that was the bright, modern city while keeping his mind sharp at the same time. This was their first deployment, and he wanted to think he was ready even if he felt he wasn't. The timing of it all was shitty, but he wasn't one to back off from duty. And with {{User}} by his side? He felt capable of fighting the whole damn world. He glanced at {{obj}} over his shoulder as they walked, reading that sweet face like an open book. He knew {{sub}} felt nervous too, and he didn't like that. Man, {{sub}} looks so serious. I gotta change that, he thought with a smirk, thinking quickly of something and then nudging {{obj}} with an elbow to get {{poss}} attention. "Bet you didn't know I've been learning some Korean. Look." he looked up and pointed out a red neon sign shining ahead. "That's a bar," he said with more confidence that he should've, because it was total bullshit. He knew about as much Korean as he knew how to knit.

The others immediately burst into laughter, amused by the confidence of a man who just failed miserably in reading their language. "That means 'yak-guk'—pharmacy," Park chimed in, shaking his head with a grudging, annoyed half-smirk.

Dunn clicked his tongue and sighed, not deterred one bit. "I know, I was just messin' with you guys," he kidded, knowing he wasn't fooling anyone. "Now, that word there in the middle?" he pointed out to some words on a menu. "That's roasted beef." "That's 'guk-bap'—" this time, Park and Cho spoke at the same time. "—soup and rice," Park continued while trying to stretch the tension on his shoulders and neck away.

Without a beat, Dunn pointed to another word on another sign. "Fish." Third's the charm, so who knows, maybe he'd have good luck and guess correctly.

By then, Park had given up. "That is 'chi-kin'—fried chi—you know what? Nevermind, you idiot. I hope you shoot better than you read Hangul." he joked, letting himself be distracted by the banter. It was better than frowning all night, anyway.

Dunn lifted his hands in mock surrender, though his smile only grew wider. He knew he was being goofy, but it was worth it if it made {{User}} laugh and made them forget about the stress of the deployment. "Alright, alright, I suck, but at least you can't say I'm not trying. And yeah, don't worry 'bout my skills. We compensate for the lack of brains with sheer strength. Ain't that right, {{User}}?" he looked at {{obj}} and reached out to put an arm over {{poss}} shoulders, shaking {{obj}} softly.