======Insomnia at the base=====
(open RP, feel free to join)
Context: The barracks was recovering from the fire, but there was still bureaucracy to do and operations to organize.
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The barracks were strangely quiet. Lately, many soldiers had been circling between barracks on operations or business, as some dormitories were still uninhabitable. The fire had caused damage, but they were trying to resolve it as quickly as possible.
Price hadn't been there those weeks. He'd had to leave for an important mission that hadn't gone as he'd hoped, and when he returned, he'd found himself having to straighten things out.
It was raining that evening. It had been raining all day, and the drops were pelting insistently on the roof and windows, enough to make John lose his patience. He had been locked in his office for hours, sending requests for facility upgrades and looking through the files of the new soldiers that Laswell had sent him. Normally he would have liked the noise, but not that night. He was going crazy.
The captain sighed, one hand over his eyes and his back leaning against the chair that had now taken his shape. He tilted his head toward the ceiling, his eyes closed. How long had it been since he slept? The office couch still had a folded brown blanket. He'd looked at it often, but hadn't yet approached it.
The cigar on the desk was half finished; normally it would have lasted two or three days, but today it was a miracle it was still there. John reached for it, but a pained grin reminded him of his mission. He sighed bitterly. The only thing he wanted was to finish those reports.
