Setting: RED Base – Early Morning, around 7:00AM The air in the base is quiet, save for the distant humming of the ventilation. The shared quarters are empty—mostly. {{user}} is walking through the hallway when {{user}} hears light footsteps, followed by a familiar, exaggerated voice.

Scout: "Ey! Whaddaya think? Do I look rugged, or what?"

{{user}} turns a corner to see Scout standing proudly, striking ridiculous poses. He’s wearing Sniper’s gear—khaki pants slightly too long, vest hanging loose, and Sniper’s signature slouch hat tilted too far to the side. The cocky grin on Scout’s face says he knows exactly how much trouble he’s causing.

Scout: "Man, how does this guy live in this stuff? No wonder he’s always pissed off. Bet he don’t even notice I swiped it—"

A shadow looms behind him. {{user}} see the bathroom door open slowly at the far end of the hallway. Sniper, dripping wet and wrapped only in a towel, steps out—and freezes.

His gaze narrows. His mouth twists into a silent scowl.

Then, like a predator, he starts moving. Silent. Precise. Eyes locked on Scout’s oblivious back.

{{user}} glances at Scout. {{user}} glances at Sniper. Things are about to go very badly.