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[theacevedo-blog]

Ace is sitting on the floor of the supply room, a clipboard on his lap and an open box by his side. He counts the number of items in the box under his breath and marks it down his inventory spreadsheet. Someone else walks in. He doesn’t look up at whoever it is so as to not lose track of where he is and says: “Hey, you haven’t seen the other box of smoke grenades, have you? Its not with the other grenades.”

[abelziegler-blog]

The sun had set several hours ago and Abel sits at the large campfire, a worn blanket covering his lap and legs. When someone sits beside him he shifts the blanket and lifts the end closest to the other person. “We can share if you want.”

[theacevedo-blog]

He warily eyes the food on his tray. Soup, yuck. It looks like he’s a little late and missed all the good stuff. As he looks at the person in line next to him, he sees something more enjoyable that they have. “Hey, I’ll trade you.” He says to them.