Maintaining the order, keeping the peace. It was akin to his time in Afghanistan - keeping life safe for the residents of a small village so that things could have some masquerade of normalcy. Mothers with their children, fathers working to feed their families and survive amidst a regime set against persecuting its own people, taking the food from their plates. This time was different in a lot of ways. He was still fighting for his country but now the ideals had shifted a touch in a completely opposite direction. These weren’t foreigners in another country, these were American citizens on homeland soil.
Boots thudded lightly as Ian approached the dwelling. The housing structure sat erect and merry against the blue of the sky. Reports had come in of a woman sitting up on the roof which was against the restrictions of the housing. There were plenty of places on the ground to find oneself, and so he made his way over to check the situation out. Perhaps resolve it. Weapon in hand as was protocol, he paused and looked up at the dangling feet.
“You there,” he called out, peering through tinted shades at the rooftop. “You need to come down immediately.”