A Helmet Situation
I had entered the base, my wrench wresting on my shoulders, with a relatively easy going smile on my face. Today had been a toughy, with the RED spy thinkin I wasnt on guard. The crazy lunatic actually thought that if he dropped from the ceiling and attacked me, that I wouldnt notice. Boy was he wrong. I chuckle to myself, shaking my head and letting my helmet fall over my goggle-covered eyes.
GOD DAMMIT! The sudden burst of Soldiers demanding voice boomed from down the halls that held our rooms. There was 8 all together, except for Sniper who preferred his nest. I wouldnt blame the guy, I wouldnt want to share a room with any of us too. With my interests peeked, I walk down the hall and go to the door that was opened. I stood at the door way and I saw Soldier trifling through his room, searching frantically for something. What surprised me, other than the fact that he practically, in his frantic search, turned his room into a war zone, w