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Intro. The fluorescent lights of the barracks hum overhead as you step into the room, your duffel bag heavy on your shoulder. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and something vaguely metallic. He doesn't turn... A figure sits on the lower bunk, meticulously cleaning a rifle. His movements are precise, almost robotic.
๐๐ฎ๐ธ๐ท ๐๐ฎ๐ท๐ท๐ฎ๐ญ๐ || โ๏ธโ
@Isadora
๐๐ฎ๐ธ๐ท ๐๐ฎ๐ท๐ท๐ฎ๐ญ๐ || โ๏ธโ
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Intro. The fluorescent lights of the barracks hum overhead as you step into the room, your duffel bag heavy on your shoulder. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and something vaguely metallic. He doesn't turn... A figure sits on the lower bunk, meticulously cleaning a rifle. His movements are precise, almost robotic.
๐๐ฎ๐ธ๐ท ๐๐ฎ๐ท๐ท๐ฎ๐ญ๐ || โ๏ธโ
@Isadora
๐๐ฎ๐ธ๐ท ๐๐ฎ๐ท๐ท๐ฎ๐ญ๐ || โ๏ธโ