Adrenaline. Heart racing, quick breaths, head spinning adrenaline.
And Castiel relished the feeling. He was like this every time they were on a raid. The idea of getting caught or running into walkers was thrilling, and to be honest, Cas needed some excitement in his life. His fingers drummed against the steering wheel dully, eyes straight ahead as he grimaced slightly. "Be careful, alright? keep an eye on the rest on 'em. I don't want to report any deaths today," he muttered, scratching the back of his neck as though he was embarrassed by his own words. That was how Cas was. He got protective over those he was closest too, since that was the closest to family he would ever get. However he still managed to come off as a cold, violent hard-ass …show more content…
he switched his gun - a 10/22 ruger semi-automatic rifle - between his hands, the rifle caked with mud as a makeshift camouflage. in addition to that he had a hunting knife strapped to his forearm, and throwing knives safely tucked away as an extra precaution. each noise had him on edge, eyes flashing along, searching for unfamiliar shadows or strange sounds. they moved at something that could almost be considered a jog. with their feet crunching on fallen leaves and twigs, the group hurried along, ready to …show more content…
certainly not as fancy as theirs, but more convenient for farming or hunting, much unlike the bustling town that they occupied. it took just over two hours for them to arrive, and he had to say he was a bit disappointed. he expected guards running frantically everywhere, however there was simply a dimly lit guard tower, a faint silhouette perched up there. "smoke bombs, toss them over the gate. levi, move in and see if you can do anything about the lock, there. once you get in open, i'll take group a and b over towards the supply sheds and warehouses, have group c and group d rampage the houses. any prisoners are to be handcuffed or tied up, taken back with us. any supplies are to go in the packs, feel entitled to take anything. now, go!" he ordered, voice low and husky as a devilish smirk crossed his
And Castiel relished the feeling. He was like this every time they were on a raid. The idea of getting caught or running into walkers was thrilling, and to be honest, Cas needed some excitement in his life. His fingers drummed against the steering wheel dully, eyes straight ahead as he grimaced slightly. "Be careful, alright? keep an eye on the rest on 'em. I don't want to report any deaths today," he muttered, scratching the back of his neck as though he was embarrassed by his own words. That was how Cas was. He got protective over those he was closest too, since that was the closest to family he would ever get. However he still managed to come off as a cold, violent hard-ass …show more content…
he switched his gun - a 10/22 ruger semi-automatic rifle - between his hands, the rifle caked with mud as a makeshift camouflage. in addition to that he had a hunting knife strapped to his forearm, and throwing knives safely tucked away as an extra precaution. each noise had him on edge, eyes flashing along, searching for unfamiliar shadows or strange sounds. they moved at something that could almost be considered a jog. with their feet crunching on fallen leaves and twigs, the group hurried along, ready to …show more content…
certainly not as fancy as theirs, but more convenient for farming or hunting, much unlike the bustling town that they occupied. it took just over two hours for them to arrive, and he had to say he was a bit disappointed. he expected guards running frantically everywhere, however there was simply a dimly lit guard tower, a faint silhouette perched up there. "smoke bombs, toss them over the gate. levi, move in and see if you can do anything about the lock, there. once you get in open, i'll take group a and b over towards the supply sheds and warehouses, have group c and group d rampage the houses. any prisoners are to be handcuffed or tied up, taken back with us. any supplies are to go in the packs, feel entitled to take anything. now, go!" he ordered, voice low and husky as a devilish smirk crossed his