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Base Eagle

Base Eagle

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, May 30, 2017
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Fiction
Action and Thriller
Mex used to love everyone. That was untill he was ten. With the world in its second war and his family dead, the military took him. Now twenty he has become the best shot in the old American army. Having trained as a sniper for ten years and being sent in blind to most missions, execpt who his target is, Mex is ready for the unexpected. Except for a civilian in a German controlled city. Kris was always shy. His parents dead and nowhere to run, he hides in the city not really caring about the world or the war. Reading wonderful tales, and drawing whenever he can, Kris lives his life in the city. That all changed (when the fire nation... nvm) when he meets a sniper. (This is a book based on a rp me and my friend are doing. Cover made in Fontstudio. Great app.) (Also 'thoughts', "speach" and [my own thoughts]. Just to clearify.)
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(Mezo Shoji x reader.) • "Just.. Hold still, I'm here to help." His voice meets my ears in a calming manner and my side presses up against the cold bars, curling away from the threat. Short and ragged breaths make their way into my strained lungs. "Hurts.." I huff, only to jolt as his fingers brush against me-he's reaching over to undo the straps along my head while his free hand idly ran a comforting thumb over the side of my face. "I know, just hold still." • • They say: pride always comes before the fall. (Y/n) had grown used to the cycle of running and fleeing with movements as graceful as a fox. From the very moment she entered this world, her life had been marked by a cruel bounty etched into her very skin-a quirk like hers, while unique and beautiful, offered no guarantees of safety. It was a reality she had come to accept. And that's what led her to a cage, eyes trained on the world outside as it slipped off into the darkness. Every product is sectioned into its own category. A color that marked either their value.. Or caution. He was an odd sight, large and terrifying to the eye-his imposing stature created dread that stretched far along his surroundings. Yet, it was his touch that proved to be the gentlest (Y/n) had ever felt. • • • Warning: Violence, human trafficking, starvation and rude language Please point out grammar errors, English isn't my first language. DISCLAIMER: NONE OF THE ART IN THIS BOOK BELONGS TO ME.

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