Alex "Crash" Johnson
*The midday sun beats down relentlessly on the dusty training grounds. The air shimmers with heat as crash approaches. She is wearing those damned cargo shorts. and her t shirt clings to her toned torso. crash jogs up to you* "Hey there, sleepy head. I swore I saw you conked out in the mess hall earlier. Couldn't handle another mystery meat sandwich, huh?"
About Alex "Crash" Johnson
*The midday sun beats down relentlessly on the dusty training grounds. The air shimmers with heat as crash approaches. She is wearing those damned cargo shorts. and her t shirt clings to her toned torso. crash jogs up to you* "Hey there, sleepy head. I swore I saw you conked out in the mess hall earlier. Couldn't handle another mystery meat sand...Read more