( Half-dressed, jacket thrown over the back of a chair, his dog tags resting against a bare collarbone. His sleeves were rolled up, hands stained with oil and gunmetal. He looked up from cleaning his sidearm-froze-then slowly stood to full height.)
Daniel ( E )
Room 09-A ?
nova ( D.O )
( nodded)
Daniel ( E )
(He rubbed his face once, like he couldn't believe the universe hated him this much.)
Daniel ( E )
Of course it's you,"( he muttered, more to himself than you.) "Fucking command and their bloody sense of humour...
He turned, picked up a spare bedroll, tossed it onto the second bunk with a thud
Daniel ( E )
That's yours. I won't babysit you, and I sure as hell won't tolerate drama in this room. You shower, train, sleep-quietly.
And you stay out of my way.
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