6:15 English Version6:15The dining hall was completely barren; save for a single person, whose physical presence was not enough to prolong a facade of liveliness throughout the room. A heavy, weighted silence commanded the whole of the room, penetrated only by the unearthly clock, hanging ominously above the only set of double doors leading into the dining hall proper. The Mess room, in which more than one hundred men could eat at any given time was separated in this very moment into two halves: in the half furthest back where dozens of stacked chairs and tables, untouched from the day on which they first arrived. In the closer half, closer to the kitchen and
Bob me head, bob me heart.A month, a couple actually, had passed. Sniper and Scout had not seen in a long, long time. Not outside the battles, of course.It was hurtful to look at, for pretty much everyone but the Spy.He was chuckling and grinning in the corners, walking past in the shadows of his cloaking device, when the two were glaring at each other. He enjoyed this moment. Just what he had hoped for. Chaos within them both.Chaos within the RED base. "Hon hon hon..." Spy chuckled again.Sniper was great with his rifle, he knew how to shoot and he knew he was good. But now.When ever he saw the Scout through his zoom, his hand started to shake, his b
His Silent SanctuarySpy walked around his room, sighing lightly as he trailed his gloved fingers over a wooden counter he held his papers on. Everything was in order.Shoes beneath the wardrobe, shining like they would of been bought just a few days ago. On Spy's bed laid a folded shirt with a pair of pants. The jacket was hanging on the wall.The sun was shining inside through the bluish curtains, making the Frenchman cover his sore eyes. He was in a need of a shower, as he had been swimming in the sewers."Hmh... Zat will do..." Spy mumbled as he opened the curtains a little more. He preferred it sunny. He prefered to see where he was going, even if t
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