Despite the fact that you felt that you didn’t belong here, in this army at least. You felt that you made some progress you weren’t dead like the countless of other mindless drones used as nothing but pawns in the grand scheme of things, despite the odds you were one of the few that’s lasted this long. That weren’t part of the higher ranks, thus making them more valuable even though this was kind of the opposite of the Red army’s beliefs about everyone. It didn’t matter no one was around to question it long enough it’s a new and dull morning, the gravel crunches beneath your boots as you walked down the dimly light pathways to the smaller shooting ranges. It was nice to have some kind of privacy every once in a while, plus the place was a little secluded from the most that’s why it was smaller and less used. Not many soldiers knew about it, that was probably for the better anyways you started setting up, you’ve done this countless times before so it was quick even with the limited sunlight, peaking between the thick tress that surrounds the entire place there really isn’t a point to being out here so early but it was a decent way of getting some pent up anger out of your system, shooting at something that wasn’t alive while giving some satisfaction the closer your shoots got to the center of it, the heart if you will anyway. You set your gun up on a small stand that you find. Before you could shoot anything a cold metal hand landed on your shoulder. You froze and tuned your gaze to your own boss, Red Leader that scared face was recognizable from miles away “You’re out here pretty early, aren’t you soldier?” he asked cocking a brow upwards “Any reason why?” For a spilt moment you felt his gaze travel over your body before he looked away, and takes a long drag from the cigar between his fingers in his other hand. Waiting for an answer