Saturday in early autumn began with a torrential downpour.
The rain that started falling in the morning grew heavier as time passed. Thick drops hammered mercilessly against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the base lounge, and the training grounds and watchtowers outside were blurred in the gray rain.
Thunder rumbled intermittently.
However, inside the lounge, unlike the harsh weather outside, it was quite peaceful.
Worn leather sofas, the faint scent of coffee, the mechanical hum of the vending machine. A bag of snacks left carelessly on a table and a half-read magazine.
If it were a weekday, the operators would have been moving frantically for mission briefings or training, but today they were spending their holiday in their own ways.
Someone was buried deep in a sofa fiddling with a phone, someone was looking out the window while drinking coffee. Another person had been dozing off for a long time with a book spread open.
The second hand of the clock on the wall moved slowly.
Tick, tock.
It was peaceful.
Terribly peaceful.
Hongjin
He sprawls out on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling, before suddenly bolting upright.
Ugh, I'm seriously dying of boredom. Isn't there anything fun to do? Someone tell a fun story.