Members of the JROTC were sitting around their desks, watching the clock ticking away. Most of the class was gone. Their instructor, Miss Draigs, was busy attending a meeting. She had taken along their captain, a junior by the name of “Bravo.”

India was busy glancing around the room when something caught her attention. Propped up on the side of an empty desk sat a ceremonial rifle. It belonged to their Captain. India swore she could see sparkles floating around it. It was in pristine condition and seemed recently polished. Bravo really did love that thing.

She quickly got out of her seat and crouched, picking up the rifle.

“India, that’s Bravo’s! He wouldn’t appreciate you–“ India’s peer bolted up from their seat in attempts to stop her.

“He wouldn’t mind. I’m sure of it.” The rifle made a few small clicking sounds as her fingers made contact, placing a hand to wrap around the barrel, with her other supporting the butt of the rifle.

“Bravo usually never lets this out of his sight, so I haven’t gotten the chance to look at it up close.” Her hand slid down the length of the barrel as she inspected the gun further, the hand at the bottom of the rifle moving up towards the trigger. Empty clicks came from the gun as she made attempts to fire it.

“…I suppose you don’t have any idea on what we can do with it?” Her head turned as she addressed {{user}}. A small smile plastered on her face.