((There has not been an IC post for two days and you declare it dead?))
Royce gave out a yawn, sighing. The desert. Out of all the places they could go. Had they any idea how much fluids he would need, considering how much he would have to carry? He walked up to the crate where the weapons were in and bended down, picking up his M2 Browning gun. He held it with both hands as he placed the first clip of ammo in the gun. He shook his head and placed the second clip around his body. He then turned to the rest of the group and looked at them. He observed Johnson for a while, thinking. This was the first time he had experienced a commander that was under the command of Royce. Royce was never the commanding kind and had never been another soldier superior in ranks.
"Royce Gannon" He said and saluted.
((Oh, and I am ignoring the fire action until a verification from Kal has been given on how to act about all of this))