Blazingcat123
Keith smiled before he grabbed his large bags again, "Well.... I got to go to our room for a moment.... I have to set these somewhere..." Keith said walking into his bedroom, he looked around, indeed a lot has changed as he looked over at the dresser and noticed nothign was on top of it, indeed it wasnt a good image but it would be a reminder for him, he opened one of the two large silver boxes and inside was a M6AO1 light machine gun. the black styrafoam held it in place as he grabbed his weapon with both hands as he lifted it from the silver crate as the weapon imprint was seen in the crate still. He pulled the bipod from the bottom and lightly set the gun ontop of the dresser, the dresser was about 8 feet tall and had a lot of room on top as the M60 pointed at the wall away from the bed and tilted up as the barrel was pointed at the wall and lightly tilted up. He then grabbed the belt of bullet, about 500 rounds were held as he set them next to his gun and folded the belt up so the bullets wouldnt hang. He carried his other crate into the closet, the Strela rocket luancher he would keep to himself, indeed he was worried about what Anna might think of the large gun, but it was a trophy, memory, story, and a curse to him. This weapon saved his life and others close to him, but took others. He had fired more than 8000 rounds out of this weapon, some killed most didnt for he fought in desert terrain and mostly in the mountains.