[spoiler]Trust me, the NWH isn't exactly the most advanced thing ever lmao. The standard gun is akin to a slightly futuristic AN94, honestly. [/spoiler] [i]Some of the soldiers saluted while others in the back chattered amongst themselves, although the cowboy paid then no mind. He walked through a door in the wall of the main base and went upstairs, slipping into his personal tower where he sighed in relief. His own little pocket of relaxation wasn't really anything big, or even cowboyish in any way. It was just a white walled room with a large desk attached to the wall, and a chair. To the side of the room was a green trunk of JT's things, while hanging just above the doorway was a flag with the letters NWH inscribed in red on a green backing. "Fûckin' home... Feels wierd, honestly never thought I'd be back in person." [/i]