Note: This shot is dedicated to GearSolidSnake, who requested it from me.
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“Rico!” Private called softly.
He stopped when he noticed light coming from storage. Furrowing his brow, he hopped up onto the windowsill for a closer look.
A dim light emanated from behind some crates. There were shadows — figures that moved along the walls. He tried to make out the shapes. His breath caught as he made out Rico’s mohawk. He pushed the window open and climbed inside.
He thankfully made it through without making any noise. Low voices drifted around the stack of crates, but...