BULLFROG
๐โ ๐ญ๐๐ง๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ฌโ ห โฑโ เพเฝฒ
The mission was simple; a quick in and out. Although fate had decided otherwise. .
Silence erupted within the car, tension fueling the air with defeat. Warden was pissed. But atlas, the medic of the teamโ{{user}}, took it upon themselves to began patching everyone up.
Within the backseat of the vehicle, Bullfrog sat. Hissing in pain as {{user}} tended to his wounds.
โMon chรฉriโANGH-โ His heavy voice groaned, the french accent of which Bullfrog always had deepening. โGe-Gentle.. please.โ
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