Post by Corey Spencer on Mar 1, 2015 3:11:09 GMT -6
Spence shrugged the large, green duffel bag from his shoulder and glanced up to the numbers printed above the door. Room 101, just as directed, was to be his new home for as long as the Power That Be would allow. The process to get him stateside had been so quick he'd barely had time to get used to the idea of being home. It had been, after all, just a few short weeks since he'd been trudging along through the desert with a rifle in his hands. His return to the Academy after nearly a year away went much as he'd hoped; with as little fanfare as possible. He was reluctant to answer the call reactivating him into the US military but, as always, his commitment to duty won out.
Keying into the room the big man stepped inside. The dorms hadn't changed in the past year, at least that was good. Spence had never felt the need for his own place. He didn't have much in the way of personal affectations and he preferred to remain close to the Academy anyway. Moving through the common area, Spence pushed open the door to his room. The Academy had been gracious enough to store his meager belongings and had brought them to the room when he'd informed them he was returning. The room was bare and drab, a style he'd grown accustomed to over the years. The only notable features inside were the six large boxes sitting in one corner that represented the bulk of his civilian life.
The duffel went in one corner and the heavy medic pack he always liked to keep nearby went beside it. There was no time to waste. Spence rounded the bed to where the boxes were and began to systematically unpack. First his clothes were hung in the closet, everything placed in the same direction, in detailed order, or meticulously organized in his dresser. Next came the few personal items he considered important. The first was a triangular display case containing a folded American flag which went on the corner of the desk. The second, and last of his personal affects, was a simple, framed photo of himself while on a deployment along with eleven other men all standing or kneeling in front of a large, beat up truck in the background. Weariness showed in every man's face in spite of the smiles they put on for the sake of the picture. He paused to eye the angle of the picture. It was just a little crooked. He reached up and straightened it on the hook as best he could.
When all was said and done, the room didn't look much different than before Spence had moved in. He took a moment to look over the room, nodding in satisfaction at the modest space he'd been given. It sure beat the hell out of the barracks he had gotten used to staying in and he couldn't even begin to compare to some of the places he'd had to sleep. His arms folded across his chest as she stood in the center of the room. He wasn't slated to return to work for another day or so as he was being given time to acclimate himself to Academy life again. It was remarkably accommodating of the administrators to be so understanding but it left Spence with the one thing he didn't like to have. Spare time.
Keying into the room the big man stepped inside. The dorms hadn't changed in the past year, at least that was good. Spence had never felt the need for his own place. He didn't have much in the way of personal affectations and he preferred to remain close to the Academy anyway. Moving through the common area, Spence pushed open the door to his room. The Academy had been gracious enough to store his meager belongings and had brought them to the room when he'd informed them he was returning. The room was bare and drab, a style he'd grown accustomed to over the years. The only notable features inside were the six large boxes sitting in one corner that represented the bulk of his civilian life.
The duffel went in one corner and the heavy medic pack he always liked to keep nearby went beside it. There was no time to waste. Spence rounded the bed to where the boxes were and began to systematically unpack. First his clothes were hung in the closet, everything placed in the same direction, in detailed order, or meticulously organized in his dresser. Next came the few personal items he considered important. The first was a triangular display case containing a folded American flag which went on the corner of the desk. The second, and last of his personal affects, was a simple, framed photo of himself while on a deployment along with eleven other men all standing or kneeling in front of a large, beat up truck in the background. Weariness showed in every man's face in spite of the smiles they put on for the sake of the picture. He paused to eye the angle of the picture. It was just a little crooked. He reached up and straightened it on the hook as best he could.
When all was said and done, the room didn't look much different than before Spence had moved in. He took a moment to look over the room, nodding in satisfaction at the modest space he'd been given. It sure beat the hell out of the barracks he had gotten used to staying in and he couldn't even begin to compare to some of the places he'd had to sleep. His arms folded across his chest as she stood in the center of the room. He wasn't slated to return to work for another day or so as he was being given time to acclimate himself to Academy life again. It was remarkably accommodating of the administrators to be so understanding but it left Spence with the one thing he didn't like to have. Spare time.