Mercenary Squad 9
Gabriel grunted as he yanked his wet clothes from his body dropping them with a wet “THUD” into the corner of the large tent. The small light given off by the two lanterns in the center of the dark green tent cast barely visible shadows that danced in tune as he maneuvered through the cramped quarters. “I…hate…rain.” He mumbled as he laid out on his sleeping bag that had been placed in the middle of the shelter he, Cyrus, and Tank were sharing. “You mean you hate the rain when you get wet right?” Cyrus said dryly, his hood obscuring what Gabriel knew was a smirk.
The young man growled as the rain outside began to pour down even harder causing a cacophony of sounds to reverberate through the tent. As he sat up crossing his legs in front of him to look at his two brothers in arms, the silence between them was broken by Tank opening a candy bar he had kept in his satchel. “I don’t remember you as