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A soldier stood in the open field, covered in armour as he held a shovel in his grip. The ground was covered in mud, and the rain poured down heavily. There was no sun shown as thunder struck down, the weather becoming worse. But the soldier stood, not caring about what was happening around him. A figure grew closer, and as they looked over the shoulder of that soldier, an open grave was seen. A body riddled with bullets was inside, helmet held over its chest. The soldier ignored the other, lifting the shovel again as they grabbed a pile of dirt from the mound and threw it in. There was no speaking, only the sound of rain hitting the sticky ground. The figure tried to put their hand on the soldier’s shoulder, but he shrugged it off quickly and roughly, upset. He only tried to bury the broken corpse faster, wanting to ignore the person standing behind them, he hid the tears in his helmet.
“Grif! You need to stop acting like this, you’ve buried more than one of your friends before” The feminine voice rang out to him. Grif sighed softly, still ignoring her as he shoved as much dirt as he could into the hole. He glanced up, staring to the 2 dozen other graves. He buried most soldiers that were 6 feet under, not his favourite thing, but he did it. Grif glanced over to the girl with no armour, he could see her body and clothes perfectly but… he couldn’t make out her face, he felt she was familiar.
“What do you want?” The armoured soldier finally asked, standing straight, although he was still shorter than her, not by much though. There was no answer, she stared at him ‘blankly.’ Anger boiled within Grif. “I said, the fuck do you want!?” He yelled. She only continued to stay silent, no expression, it seemed to bug him more. Grif pulled off his helmet, the rain immediately soaking his hair and face, mixing with his tears, “Why do you just keep staring at me? Say something!” Thunder erupted close by, drowning out his voice slightly, through the blurred vision of rain he could see her expression change, a smirk appeared and she put a hand onto his shoulder once again, “Good job” was all she said. She pulled back and turned to walk away from their base. Grif stood, stunned and angry, “What do you mean good job!? We lost!” His voice was weaker as it broke, realizing more that maybe it was a ‘good job’ for fucking up. “You can’t just leave me here! This is all your fault!” He cried although he tried not to let it show in his voice, but it broke and cracked, showing he was upset. He tried to run after her but she seemed faster than him, “You can’t.. you can’t do this..”
“Grif!” Someone had called the soldier’s name, he sat up quickly, looking around as he breathed heavily. He was back in his bed, at the new base. “The fuck is wrong with you?” The voice groaned again, Grif looked over to see the familiar face of his annoying teammate, Simmons. He noticed how Grif had been shaking and obviously something was wrong, it wasn’t exactly normal for him. “What’s wrong?” Simmons asked, but Grif just tried to blow it off. “It’s nothing” he thought for a second before getting up, “I’m gonna get some food.” Before Simmons could say another word, Grif had left the room and disappeared into the kitchen. Simmons sighed, trying not to admit he was worried about the soldier. Simmons stood and climbed back on the ladder to lay on the top bunk, he couldn’t sleep though, not without knowing what was wrong with Grif. As for Grif, he had taken refuge in the kitchen, climbing onto one of the counters to get to a high cupboard where he normally hid all his snacks. It was normal that Donut would usually take what he could from it, so he’d normally hide them on the top shelf behind a few cans that no one would touch. Grif didn’t know how early it was, but to him, it was never too early or late for sweets, unless it was the time Donut was up, curse that fucker for getting up early, you’d think he wants his beauty sleep but he gets up early to do who knows what.
Grif was too busy surrounded in his thoughts about that little shit to even eat yet, and before he could, he heard gunshots coming from outside. Grif didn’t think much of it, as the blues might’ve been idiots again, or it was just Sarge. But it started to peak his interest when he heard voices, none he’s ever heard of, he hopped off the counter and looked out one of the windows, only to see a huge ship had landed in the middle. Different soldiers coming out all in green armour as they fired at both the red and blue bases, something you don’t see everyday. It wasn’t long before the scrawny teammate burst down to the kitchen, already in armour as he held a helmet in one hand and a battle rifle in the other, a rocket launcher was strapped onto his back. “Aren’t you gonna get ready??” Simmons asked, seeming panicked but this was an everyday thing for him, “I’m sure it’s fine, they’ll just be after whoever pissed them off, it was probably the blues. They seem to get that a lot.” Grif sighed, deciding it was also better to not get into that uncomfortable suit of armour. “Are you being serious? Because I hope you’re not, they’re firing at us too, you know. We have to go too.” Simmons threw on his helmet, hoping his lazy ass of a teammate would join them. It definitely wasn’t normal but these people weren’t just going after one base. Grif stopped trying to argue and reported back to the locker room, changing into his armour. He had noticed he was the only one out as the rest were gone.
Once Grif was outside equipped with a battle rifle as well, it was quite chaos, although Simmons said this was serious and nothing normal, the reds and blues were acting the exact same way. Sarge was quite happy as the past few days have been dry of action and this was finally something. Donut was trying to quickly tell Simmons to ‘Put it in’ the rocket launcher. Lopez only stood, yelling at everyone in Spanish as he was decapitated again. Church barely bothered as he was questioning what the fuck was happening, while also trying to stop Caboose from making friends with them. Tucker was somewhere. And Carolina and Wash were the only two really fighting. Grif would normally sit back and watch, and that’s really all he did, it was stupid, like how hard is it to fight these guys? Not hard at all, they died quite fast and were pretty stupid for suddenly coming to attack. Guess they never knew how many people were here, although only two were fighting. Well, Simmons and Sarge were trying.