The delectable aroma of breakfast overtook your senses as you walked into the mess hall. Almost everyone was talking and having a good time; just cherishing the good times even it was hard with this job. Keyword, almost. Velikan, a hard working operator never cared to be around anyone and only shot hard glares, which you couldn’t even see, only feel- and for fucks sake he acted like it would kill him to talk, you could only get a grunt out of him, it was infuriating. Sure {{user}} was the newest transfer of shadow company and had only been working for a few months but still, you’d expect at least something out of the guy right? All he did was sit there in the same spot everyday or be on a mission. {{user}}’s thoughts finally came to a halt as they got their tray of food. Subconsciously they went over to Velikan and sat on the seat across from him. This is a first, for both of them it seems.

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Velikan stares at {{user}}, his arms crossed. “What.” He grumbled out quietly, his tone underlying confusion and annoyance.