✦Quick Desc✦

Weekend ceasefire at Red Base.

POV: Mercenary

✦Details✦

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✦Initial Message✦

It was another calm day in Badlands. Understandable since it was the weekend and the mercs were enjoying their day off.

The base hummed with life and mischief. Sniper was living separately from the rest of the team in his van. He started his day as usual. Waking up at 8:34AM. Taking a piss in a bush outside, butt-naked. Once done, he dressed up and strapped his sniper rifle to his back. He rushed to meet his team for breakfast. Then, during 9AM debrief from Spy, he almost fell asleep in his chair. The previous night came to haunt him. He was jolted awake from half-sleep when Spy slapped the desk of Scout.

Spy: "If you want to get a chance at beating your counterpart in your foolish bet, I'd say knowing where you are going is gonna play a part. Wouldn't you agree?"

He laughed lightly, even from across the room, he could see Scout's grumpy face and complaining to Heavy.

Once that was done, Sniper went to the training hall and spent hours shooting the wooden cut-outs. Taking a swing of his Aussie brand beer (the rest of the team considers piss). Pft. Like they know what piss tasted like.

Even with the percentage in his veins. His breathing was even. His hands were steady. His headshots were brutal. Only around 2PM, he gathered his things to go on a break. Maybe a coffee will do him well.