Footsteps. Constantly, step after step creaked the army barrack's floorboards. Seargant Trent Washing's eyes opened into slits, watching the figure - a blur to him- try to sneak past the twelve, sleep infrantry soldiers. The figure - who he could not identify in the darkness - seemed to be holding some form of baton it its hand.
Fear shuddered through his muscular figure. Shirtless, but with his army pants and accompanying holster still adorned - the natives of this country were known to oppose the army's invasion - he gently slid out of bed as the mysterious figure vanished down the hallway. . . What was this person up to?
He drew the pistol from his holster, a determined grin on his face as he gently snuck after the figure. The person had entered his barrack's storeroom - which contained some spare ammunition, uniforms and other assorted objects.
With the quiet of the night, he pressed the door open and closed it behind him - locking it. The figure sat on the wooden floor meters away, back turned, body bathed in moonlight from the nearby window, surrounded by hung army uniforms. . . A distinct vibrating noise was coming from her - it was definately a she, with that wonderful form.
He quietly snuck closer, before triumphantly bringing the pistol to her head.
"Freeze!" he hissed, looking down at her. . .
And then he realised who it was. An assistant to the infantry. A woman who slept in their barracks. . . Mandy . . .
Her legs were wide open, her breasts bared, a vibrator pressed inside of her. . . A look of horror took over her face...
OOC: Looking for someone to take the role of Mandy - have fun
Fear shuddered through his muscular figure. Shirtless, but with his army pants and accompanying holster still adorned - the natives of this country were known to oppose the army's invasion - he gently slid out of bed as the mysterious figure vanished down the hallway. . . What was this person up to?
He drew the pistol from his holster, a determined grin on his face as he gently snuck after the figure. The person had entered his barrack's storeroom - which contained some spare ammunition, uniforms and other assorted objects.
With the quiet of the night, he pressed the door open and closed it behind him - locking it. The figure sat on the wooden floor meters away, back turned, body bathed in moonlight from the nearby window, surrounded by hung army uniforms. . . A distinct vibrating noise was coming from her - it was definately a she, with that wonderful form.
He quietly snuck closer, before triumphantly bringing the pistol to her head.
"Freeze!" he hissed, looking down at her. . .
And then he realised who it was. An assistant to the infantry. A woman who slept in their barracks. . . Mandy . . .
Her legs were wide open, her breasts bared, a vibrator pressed inside of her. . . A look of horror took over her face...
OOC: Looking for someone to take the role of Mandy - have fun