Chapter 10

"Aftermath and Free Time"

Prince, Charles, Albert and I both sat in the dugout, it's become our own corner to reflect and talk about what life was like before we've been sent into this hellhole known as Svirany. We've been here for a month now, constantly repelling Separatist Attacks in the day and in the night, we've gotten used to it. The empty chalkboard now had writing on it, tally markings counting on how many Separatists we've killed in total and how many attacks we've endured, there were a total of 79 Separatists Killed and 4 Attacks repelled. The vibe was different without Dylan, I didn't know him much but he was a nice guy from whenever i talked with him. I remembered the time we both stole some eggs from the mess hall back at the camp and used the eggs to make breakfast with the rest of the squad. He was an amazing guy, I wish I had spent more time with him.

I stretched my arms, yawning. Charles was drawing on his notepad, we gave him the nickname artist because of that, I peeked over to see what he was looking at.

"Whatcha drawin' there?"

"Nothing much.."

"So define nothing much."

"Stop takin' the piss."

"I'm just tryna have some fun."

"You can't differentiate sarcasm and seriousness, can you Oakley."

"Well that's because I take things literally."

"Heh, At least you're capable of admitting it."

"Oh shut up.."

"Hehe.."

I look at Prince who was fast asleep, my eyes shifted towards Charles, his eyes meeting mine, we both nod as Charles reaches into his breast pocket and takes out his marker. I carefully held up his head as Charles started to doodle on Prince's face. I struggled to hold in my laughter, I let out a few laughs but they weren't enough to awake Prince. As I looked around, Miller and Albert both watched on holding in their own laughter. After a couple of minutes Charles backs away, admiring his creation.

C: "Ta-da!"

M: "Prince is gonna kill you.."

O: "Who cares?"

A: "Oh boy.."

Prince awakens, everyone other than Charles and I goes dead silent, the both of us trying to hold ourselves back from bursting into laughter. Prince looked around, confused as to why everyone was staring at him weirdly. 

P: "What's up?"

C: "N-nothing!"

O: "Y-yeah..! Totally n-nothing!!"

P: "You two have done something.. Haven't you.."

O: "We didn't do anything! Trust me!"

M: "Yeah, nothing!"

A: "Mhm..!"

Prince nods slowly, shrugging it off as he stands up and rubs his face, All of us trying to not laugh and also hope he does not notice the drawings on his face. By some miracle, he didn't notice as he walked over to the other table which had the mirror. All four of us watched anxiously, Prince's eyes met with the mirror, his face said it all, his reaction was absolutely priceless. His jaw dropped and he turned his head to look at us.

"YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!"

Charles and I both fell to our feet as we laughed our assess off, Miller and Albert were on their knees laughing as well, the entire dugout was filled with the sounds of our laughter, I started crying from my laughter. Anything remotely funny as a rock falling down could be funny to us simply because there's nothing for us to laugh at. 

"I'LL GET MY PAYBACK YOU LITTLE SHITS!"

After a few minutes of this laughter fest, Charles and I both slowly stood up, stumbling as we got up. I held my stomach with my hands as the amount of times I laughed managed to make my stomach hurt a little bit. We hear the footsteps of Ashton from behind, his boots hitting the dirt, We all turn to him as we see him, he lets out a chuckle as he sees Prince's face.

A: "Briefing in 30 minutes guys."