I let out a muffled groan as I shoved my face down further into the pillow underneath me. My Sore muscle's Pulsed with pain every time I thought about even moving from the warmth of my covers. Why am I in so much pain? Could it have been from the training with soldier? Or because of the sheer amount of times that I have been shot and now i'm having ghost pains? I rolled over to my back the best I could and stared up at the ceiling. 

'Whats today's agenda? Another battle, or more training'.I thought as I sighed and turned my head to look at the analog clock hanging on the wall above my desk. "5:30" I muttered out. The time I normal have to be awake by. 

Another aggravated noise made it's way out of my mouth as I literally rolled out of bed and onto the ground. I laid there for  good moment before Pushing myself up and sitting cross legged. I looked about the room in procrastination to standing up. 

The sun was just rising above the desert plains of two-fort and gave my room a completely different look than during the day. A blue hue had covered everything inside my quarters giving it a peaceful and content atmosphere almost making it hard for me to leave. But, I knew sooner or later I would have to get up. Knowing soldier, he's probably on his way to come and knock down my door again. 

I leaned my head back and rolled it around before taking in a deep breath and standing up. The room spun for a brief moment. I blinked my eyes and gently shook my head before grabbing a nearby red Hoodie that hung on the back of a chair and pulled it over myself, Messing up my hair even more. 

Slowly, I slunk my way out of my room. The sound of metal creaking against metal echoed throughout the hallways. Odd, Normal I'd be hearing the sounds of men calmly chit chatting with each other getting ready. 

I looked down both ends of the hallway which had the same color hue just like my room. Again, Normally the lights would be on and Scout would be running down the corridor like and idiot for some ungodly reason. I sighed and made my way to the Recreational area. 

No one. 

"hmmm." I put my index finger and thumb up to my chin and crossed my free arm over my chest. "Either everyone went out on a mission and forgot to tell me, or the Blu team Decided to have a fun night and kill all my comrades and forget about me." I whispered to myself. 

I brought my hands down from my face and shoved them in the Pocket of my hoodie, unsure of what to do. "Well...Maybe I should just-" 

My sentence was cut off by the feeling of a strong pair of hand covering my mouth and pulling me backwards into a shadowy corner. I let out a gasp that was going to be followed by a scream, but the hand over my mouth only caused it to be muffled. 

I tumbled backwards as the stranger pulled me with him down to the ground, his grip tightening on me. I panicked and ended up doing the next best thing. 

I bit the hand. 

And Pretty hard might I add. For it cause the pressure around my frame to release and a low grunt of emit behind me. 

"Bloody Hell mate, I was just messing with ya'. " 

I jumped up and turned around quickly, knowing who that voice belonged too. "Sniper?" I questioned out. 

Sniper had a hold of the hand I bit and was rubbing it tenderly as he stood up and towered over me. "That's mah name, Now don't wear er' out."  He spoke, his Aussie accent coming through. 

I looked the man up and down. He was in his normal attire, minus the jacket that held his bullets. And his hat was also missing, giving me a rare chance to get a good look at his hair. It was Hard to tell the color in the dim lighting, but I knew for previous glances at him that it was a dark color of brown, or maybe even black. 

He ran his hand through his hair and coughed awkward, Bringing me back into reality. I frowned. "What the hell are you doing? Scaring me like that!?" I shouted out to him in a whisper. 

Sniper put his hands up in a playful defense stance as he let out a low reverberating chuckle. "I saw ya' coming out of ya' room and decided to play a little prank on ya'. No harm, no foul." 

I clenched my fist and raised it up, acting like I was going to hit him. I held it there for a moment and watch his smirk grow on his face. 

he knew, that I was no match for him, and so did I. My hand lowered back down to my side. 

"There we go sheila, just calm." He said, acting like I was some type of crazed animal he was trying to tame

I pressed my lips into a fine line before shoving my hands back into the hoodies front pocket. "So, where is everyone?" I questioned.

"Ceasefire day mate."