Next dawn

All quiet in the lines of above with sounds of the nostrils blockage coming from the other sides, waking from the sleepy beds, where laying on the rocky surface seeing many sleeping bags across the small rooms with the lantern in the middle loosesly glow a humid blues lantern, with lite helmet taken off on the grounds without consents of his.

"My night shifts"

Waking up instantaneously, with the crippling muscle and bones from the refresh of mid-nights,

many men inside in every sleeping bags with, hard to see for the very low light that blasted a mild heat all corners of the tents, as Lite the left side to the tents, the rights are cover with blankets that drops and loops around onto the surface, with no cracks of viewpoints. Walking towards the tent cloths, unzipping and moving towards the white rocky floors, stepping outside, with breeze that breath deaths lingers in the small hills, but there on the cliff besides a heavily armed person with a white cloak rapped around the neck to protect from the cold, while consealling his rifle inside, watching the horizon as the sky waiting to bloom for the sunrise, with a never ending campfires sitting arounds the snow sides.

"You are late,"

With a shifting movement, towards your side, the stepping sounds resemble mechanical gears, with heavy steps that echoes around you.

His body armor, converting every important piece, with his suit resemble of a bomb suits, with a machine gun sling beside him.

With stunted mouths, freezing between.

"Sorry.."

Passing beside Lite, cold airs rushes, with him moving towards the tents, where he went inside.

Rifle at hands, overwatching the forest beyonds the mountain beyonds, the sky was clean of cloud that course throughout the position, with a visible cracks of the skys north ahead of Lite. Proning on the side cliffs with a binoculars at hand left by the Machine Gunner. A sounds was heard on the tents, looking back the man climbing outside the tents, with no gears, the coats, the only thing that protect him from a rounds, coming closer to the cliffsides with him, something at hand of his, a small bento box made of metals. With him pulling it towards you.

"Heres your leftover."

Handed with his hand, with the barrier of a gloves.

It's moist, hot and cloudy, as the smoke shimmers thougout the airs.

"After everyone's finish, I put some leftover for anyone that needs it"