Nothing but fun in the sun.
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el_museboxCharacters: Kakashi pakkunsbitch & Obito remaketheworld
Verse: Modern Soldier AU
Status: Closed Log
It was close to a hundred degrees in the shade and Obito was melting inside his body armor. Sweat had soaked through his fatigues, causing them to stick uncomfortably to his body as he knelt in the gritty sand.
He fucking hated Suna.
Despite being deployed no less than three times to this shithole of a country in the past five years he always managed to forget just how much he hated this fucking country and its ridiculous ongoing civil war. Konoha could be just as punishingly hot but at least they had green and a breeze to help move the air. Everything about this baked country was oppressive and heavy.
And every time the air did manage to stir, it usually only heralded the beginning of one of the deadly sand storms that would come screaming down from the mountains to play merry havoc with the unprepared Konoha security forces. The locals weren’t exactly the most friendly of people either and knew exactly how to hide from those sand storms but considering half of them seemed to get off taking pot shots at the Konoha soldiers or trying to blow them up with improvised explosives, they weren’t exactly forthcoming and trying to tell ally from foe was often a challenge.
So much so that they had standing orders to steer clear of the locals unless they’d been personally vetted by the so-called ‘experts’ and deemed less of a security risk.
“I’m telling you, Kakashi. Fuck this place. I hate it here so next time they try and deploy us to this shithole just do me a favor and shoot me instead?” Obito bitching was an every day occurrence by now. He could usually keep up a fairly optimistic outlook the first month or two on these kinds of deployments and then he is reminded why he kind of hated the military and all the bureaucratic nonsense that made their lives a living hell in the field and he just got more and more short-tempered and surly. He blamed it on the heat, Kakashi had blamed it on him being a big ol’ crybaby in the past but that usually lead to a fight. Which was fine, at least fighting was better than sweating his balls off waiting for hours under the blazing sun while some idiot lieutenant who couldn’t tell his ass from a hole in the ground tried to read a map.
So far they’d been huddling in what meager shade their humvees could offer for the better part of an hour while the brass tried to herd cats. Hurry up and wait, it was the mantra that would rule their lives for the next six months before they were finally rotated back home.
Obito wouldn’t admit it out loud but he was feeling nervy as hell today and he couldn’t put his finger down on why. Maybe it was because Rin’s constant presence wasn’t there rounding out their fire team. She’d been assigned down to the village they were currently providing oversight for with a couple of other medics from the local humanitarian group offering emergency medical treatment to civilians. Intel said the area had been quiet and free of insurgents for the better part of a month thanks to the last time they’d driven them out and back into the foothills but Obito couldn’t help the sense of anxiety that squeezed a fist in his gut.
Rin would probably deck him if she knew how he was still fighting against those base overprotective instincts he’d been battling since they were a pair of snot-nosed brats. She was more than capable of taking care of herself as she’d pointedly reminded him countless times over the years. And while he’d outgrown the childish crush that had him dogging her every step from age five to close to twenty, some habits died hard. And he’d feel better when he had her back in his line of sight.
pakkunsbitch & Obito remaketheworldVerse: Modern Soldier AU
Status: Closed Log
It was close to a hundred degrees in the shade and Obito was melting inside his body armor. Sweat had soaked through his fatigues, causing them to stick uncomfortably to his body as he knelt in the gritty sand.
He fucking hated Suna.
Despite being deployed no less than three times to this shithole of a country in the past five years he always managed to forget just how much he hated this fucking country and its ridiculous ongoing civil war. Konoha could be just as punishingly hot but at least they had green and a breeze to help move the air. Everything about this baked country was oppressive and heavy.
And every time the air did manage to stir, it usually only heralded the beginning of one of the deadly sand storms that would come screaming down from the mountains to play merry havoc with the unprepared Konoha security forces. The locals weren’t exactly the most friendly of people either and knew exactly how to hide from those sand storms but considering half of them seemed to get off taking pot shots at the Konoha soldiers or trying to blow them up with improvised explosives, they weren’t exactly forthcoming and trying to tell ally from foe was often a challenge.
So much so that they had standing orders to steer clear of the locals unless they’d been personally vetted by the so-called ‘experts’ and deemed less of a security risk.
“I’m telling you, Kakashi. Fuck this place. I hate it here so next time they try and deploy us to this shithole just do me a favor and shoot me instead?” Obito bitching was an every day occurrence by now. He could usually keep up a fairly optimistic outlook the first month or two on these kinds of deployments and then he is reminded why he kind of hated the military and all the bureaucratic nonsense that made their lives a living hell in the field and he just got more and more short-tempered and surly. He blamed it on the heat, Kakashi had blamed it on him being a big ol’ crybaby in the past but that usually lead to a fight. Which was fine, at least fighting was better than sweating his balls off waiting for hours under the blazing sun while some idiot lieutenant who couldn’t tell his ass from a hole in the ground tried to read a map.
So far they’d been huddling in what meager shade their humvees could offer for the better part of an hour while the brass tried to herd cats. Hurry up and wait, it was the mantra that would rule their lives for the next six months before they were finally rotated back home.
Obito wouldn’t admit it out loud but he was feeling nervy as hell today and he couldn’t put his finger down on why. Maybe it was because Rin’s constant presence wasn’t there rounding out their fire team. She’d been assigned down to the village they were currently providing oversight for with a couple of other medics from the local humanitarian group offering emergency medical treatment to civilians. Intel said the area had been quiet and free of insurgents for the better part of a month thanks to the last time they’d driven them out and back into the foothills but Obito couldn’t help the sense of anxiety that squeezed a fist in his gut.
Rin would probably deck him if she knew how he was still fighting against those base overprotective instincts he’d been battling since they were a pair of snot-nosed brats. She was more than capable of taking care of herself as she’d pointedly reminded him countless times over the years. And while he’d outgrown the childish crush that had him dogging her every step from age five to close to twenty, some habits died hard. And he’d feel better when he had her back in his line of sight.