Thread: I Spy - (Raivh & Loveme)

Alex stalked across the room over to his uniform that hung limply over the back of a chair in front of a simple wooden desk. It didn't take him long to yank it on and cinch up his boots. In a matter of minutes, he was stepping back out the door and back into the hallway. He glanced left, then right, down the tiled white hallway. There wasn't another soul out wandering the hallway at this hour. All of the men were still dozing soundly in their bunks. Turning his attention back to the left, he strode down the hall with his chin up, shoulders back, and chest out. Despite his rank, he had no identifying badges or medals to make him stand out. It was how he preferred it, and it made him more difficult to spot when he needed to blend in the most. Moving down the hall, he rounded a corner to the right when the straightaway ended and began his trek down another similar corridor. At the end was a door, the exit to the men's barracks. Pressing both hands against the cool metal plates, he shoved them open and out into the darkness of early morning. As chilly as it had been in his bunk, it was even colder outside. Squinting, he glanced up and watched as the white flakes filtered down slowly against the black sky and fell to the ground. There was already a thick white blanket of snow covering the ground. Alex scowled and lowered his gaze, gleaning over his surroundings. He hated the snow. Hated the cold. Hated the wet. Hated everything about it. Nonetheless, he traipsed through it to his right and headed in the direction of the general's quarters. He could see the young soldier's boot prints in the snow from when he'd come and when he'd returned to let the general know Alex would meet him soon. Peering back over his shoulder, Alex stopped and stood still in his tracks. The only sound he heard and sight he saw was his own breathing, but there was something unsettling about the atmosphere. Finding nothing out of the ordinary, however, he decided to press onward to go see whatever it was the general wanted at this hour. When he reached the doors, he rapped once on them and the young man he'd encountered not long before pried open one of the doors. Welcome, Lieutenant, said the young man, greeting Alex as he pushed his way past the young soldier and stepped toward the general seated at his desk. You wanted to see me? Alex's voice was flat, an air of arrogance whipping off his tongue. The two older men were well aware that Alex technically ranked higher than the general, because if Alex wanted his superior officer's position, he'd have it. He never bothered with too much pleasantry with the old man, only whenever he felt like it. Staring down his nose and over the bridge of his glasses at a piece of scrawled on parchment, the general seemed to not hear Alex. Or at least he pretended not to. Not keen on being ignored, Alex lifted one heavy, booted foot, and plopped the wet tread in the middle of the general's desk. Behind him, he could feel the young soldier tense up. Alex glared at him over his shoulder. Leave, boy. With a hasty salute, the young man quickly made his exit. Once he was gone, Alex returned his attention to the general, who was now leaning back in his seat, hands folded over his belly, head cocked slightly to the right. It's good to see you, Lieutenant, he stated irritably.