𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐚 𝐒𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐝 || (Triple Frontier Fanfiction)

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟕 ~ 𝐙𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐲

"You smell that?"

The atmosphere in the room grew tense as Delta Squad huddled together, our expressions contorted into a shared mixture of confusion and displeasure. The pungent, cloying scent of... something hung thick in the air, eliciting a chorus of sour facial expressions and disgruntled noises. I sniffed the stagnant air, wrinkling my nose in disgust.

Santiago, with a grimace, followed suit. His face contorted into an expression of utter distaste. "It reeks of nothing but pure deceit," he spat, sharing his sentiments. Clearly, the foul odor had a profound effect on them all.

"Smells like a whole concoction of malarkey and mischief. A truckload of horseshit, if you ask me." Santiago continued. The others muttered their agreement, clearly discomfited by the perplexing stench that had invaded their otherwise pristine sanctuary.

"What could possibly be causing this putrid odor?" Ironhead inquired, surveying their surroundings for any signs of decay or decomposition. Catfish and Redfly, unable to hold back their own nasal reactions, let out a series of repulsed sniffs.

"Rotting flesh, or something of the sort," Catfish ventured, his voice tinged with revulsion.

Redfly, joining the conversation, shared a speculative theory. "Perhaps it's a decaying corpse," he offered, casting a suspicious glance around the room, searching for any clues.

The air in the room, now heavy with suspicion and a lingering stench, seemed to conspire against us. The mysterious malodor continued to permeate, its source yet to be discovered. We exchanged uneasy glances, our focus now set on finding the cause of the repulsive stench that had infiltrated our space.

As I clutched my nose in a futile attempt to block out the nauseating aroma, I managed to utter, "Urgh. The odor is overwhelming. It's unbearable! What the hell is that?"

Redfly mirroring us, scanned the room, hoping to catch sight of the mysterious source. Santiago and Benny shared a disconcerted, revolted expression, clearly as perplexed as the rest of us. "Well, how are we supposed to deal with this horrid stench then?" Redfly retorted, fixing his gaze on each of us in turn.

We found ourselves baffled and disturbed by an invisible menace, the stench of which threatened to undo us all. The urgency to unravel this mysterious odor only intensified, as our senses and composure were both tested to the breaking point. In the tense, confused silence that followed, each member of Delta Squad couldn't help but give a puzzled second sniff. As the room grew eerily quiet, the collective gaze of the squad settled on Benny, our suspicions aroused by the ghost of a grin that teased the corner of his mouth.

It dawned on the group that the source of the putrid odor might have been Benny's own doing. As the revelation unfolded, the team's expressions twisted in disgust. We let out a chorus of indignant noises as we hastily rose from our seats, backing away from the smirking Benny.

The rest of Delta Squad, their collective sense of smell assaulted and loyalty put to the test, glared at Benny in a mixture of disbelief. Benny, however, reveled in their discomfort, bursting into a fit of raucous laughter as the tension in the room reached an unbearable peak. The once-tight team bonds now tested, were left reeling from the realization that one of our own was capable of such mischief. The stench, while invisible, served as a testament to Benny's dexterity in toying with his comrades by his own fart.

"Ugh, you little bastard!" Santiago's head shook in a mix of vexation and bewilderment.

"Seriously, Benny? What did you eat today?" Ironhead's voice dripped with disdain, as he groaned in exasperation.

"You better be lucky that I ain't giving you a good ass whooping right now," Catfish's scowl deepened, his tone laced with menacing intent.

"Not funny, damn it!" I echoed my face a portrait of annoyance and distaste.