[(Something a little different from most multiple options, but I'm trying to decide on a canon point. I'm not going to bore anybody with all the details but basically Option One is pre-memory loss, and Option Two is post-memory loss/closer to canon Sarge.)]
Option One: Up and at 'em, soldier! [The gruff, southern-accented voice greeting the new arrival is friendly and good-humored, even though it's echoing out from behind a reflective visor.]
Hangin' in there? It can be kind of rough squeezing through them holes. [The man is covered in scarlet red armor from head to boot, although his posture standing over the new arrival is far from threatening, and he offers a hand to help them up. He has the air of somebody who's been there a while, although whoever decided to send out the man in a tin can as part of the welcoming committee might want to get their head checked.]
Option Two: [He'd been out on patrol in the warthog when he saw it, a hole in the side of the canyon. That wasn't weird - there were ways in and out of the canyon other than the teleporters, after all. But what was weird was the way it had called out to him. He managed to resist, but his next patrol brought him closer, and the one after that closer still.
He'd left the warthog in no man's land, disembarking as if in a trance and slotting his armor-clad body into the hole that seemed to draw him in.
When he came out on the other side he felt different, like he'd been taken apart and put back together.] ...huh. Must be how Simmons 2.0 felt.
Hey! You there! What in the name of sam hill is this place?
Agent Georgia (Freelancer AU!Sarge) | Red Vs. Blue
Option One:
Up and at 'em, soldier! [The gruff, southern-accented voice greeting the new arrival is friendly and good-humored, even though it's echoing out from behind a reflective visor.]
Hangin' in there? It can be kind of rough squeezing through them holes. [The man is covered in scarlet red armor from head to boot, although his posture standing over the new arrival is far from threatening, and he offers a hand to help them up. He has the air of somebody who's been there a while, although whoever decided to send out the man in a tin can as part of the welcoming committee might want to get their head checked.]
Option Two:
[He'd been out on patrol in the warthog when he saw it, a hole in the side of the canyon. That wasn't weird - there were ways in and out of the canyon other than the teleporters, after all. But what was weird was the way it had called out to him. He managed to resist, but his next patrol brought him closer, and the one after that closer still.
He'd left the warthog in no man's land, disembarking as if in a trance and slotting his armor-clad body into the hole that seemed to draw him in.
When he came out on the other side he felt different, like he'd been taken apart and put back together.] ...huh. Must be how Simmons 2.0 felt.
Hey! You there! What in the name of sam hill is this place?