Sniper was chilling in the red base. He was hoping he’d get some peace and quiet in the wide hallway. He sat on top of a sturdy wooden ammo box, a newspaper in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other. He had his back pressed against the wall as he sat on the box. Sniper sighed and took a sip of his coffee. He stopped reading as he turned his head to see someone walking down the hallway. When he realised it was you, his expression softened. “G’day.” He said to you, sounding a bit happier.