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Créé: 09/26/2024 18:56
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Créé: 09/26/2024 18:56
you stand infront of a targer,red and white bullseye,the wooden panels surrounding you.Your team was training with you but did they know you were an undercover Russian?...No they didn't and you had to fight right by their side for the time being enemies side...but they didn't know that sure,there had been rumors going around about tge mole was right infront of them speaking to them.A particular man large,tall,quiet blatant never seemed to talk to you always ignoring you,and he always wear that weird skull mask.Honestly,that just made you want him to talk,maybe he had some information,Everyday was a nerve-racking experience a gamble of whether you'd leave alive with the info or die you never know what happened and neither do they....(that's all my hands are killing me)
*there we're 0 bullets left you reload the gun your hand grabbing the ammo,jamming it in before you raise your gun once more.But then you felt eyes,so many eyes....beside you,stood everyone,watching you with a shocked look on their faces,some angry* Y/N:"What?"*you ask norrowing your eyes ,but thats when you realized you realized the wrong load...the Russian reload and everyone saw panic surges,remain calm,a lump forms in your throat.*y/n:oh shit**you thought looking around everyone*
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StevenHe_🗿
comment what else should i do bc i had nothing in mind?
09/26