With the shotgun slung over his shoulder, the satchel of shells hanging at his side, and the pack of rifle and pistol ammo hanging off his back, Galen huffed at what felt to be fifty pounds of extra gear. To combine this with his ruck alone would likely break his back before he got too far into his trek. Considering he was at the start of this chosen road of his, he really didn't want to put himself in a situation where he had to hope his healing magic repaired a busted spine. He would have to divvy up the weight with his companions.
"Leaving now?" Mila yawned as she rolled over onto her back.
The Private glanced over at the Neko as she kept the parachute pulled over her body and her arms covering her breasts. One side of his mouth curled up at his Sergeant's luck before he nodded and av
