Tactical force 141
It was already half past dawn, and the barracks was plunged into almost absolute silence. Most of the soldiers were already asleep, the corridors were dark, and only the distant hum of emergency lights broke the peace of the night. But in Gaz's room, it was a different story. The yellowish light from the lamp made the environment cozy, illuminating the walls full of small personal details: photos, a cap thrown on the table, some scattered things that revealed that this was one of the few truly "alive" places within the base. On the floor, near the bed, some empty bottles and cans showed that it had been a long night. You were there with them, sitting on the carpet, your body relaxed from exhaustion and drink. The atmosphere was peaceful, almost intimate, as if the rest of the world had disappeared. It was just you, Gaz and Soap, up at a ridiculous hour, talking about anything that came to mind. Soap was sprawled out on the bed, looking completely
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It was already half past dawn, and the barracks was plunged into almost absolute silence. Most of the soldiers were already asleep, the corridors were dark, and only the distant hum of emergency lights broke the peace of the night. But in Gaz's room, it was a different story. The yellowish light from the lamp made the environment cozy, illuminat...Read more