Day 2: Tuesday

Simmons looks out into the distance with a sniper rifle. Grif looks around the base and claps his hands together, "Okay, Okay I got one guys." Violet and Simmons look at Grif curiously. "I spy something, that begins with..."

Simmons groans, "Dirt."

Grif looks at him, astonished,

"Damn! How did you-"

Violet sighs, drawing on the concrete base with a sharp rock. She sighs, "Well, because you did rock last time. That's all that's out here, is rock and dirt." Grif leans back on a pillar on the roof. "Yeah, this canyon sucks."

Day 3: Wednesday

"Well! Aren't you a lucky duck! You get to hang with lil' ole' me today." Donut grins, walking on the perimeter of the Red base territory. Violet follows behind him, kicking a small pebble from foot to foot. "Yeah, lucky me." Mumbles Violet. "SO! What do you wanna do Violet? Talk about cool stuff? Soap Operas, Unicorns, celebrity couples?!"

"Oh god... kill me."

Day 4: Thursday

Simmons stares out into the canyon. Violet stands by him, "So... what's your deal Red?" Simmons looks at her, "Um... you knoW..." his voice cracks a bit. Violet raises a brow. "And... What was that private? Are your balls barely dropping?" Simmons coughs, gripping his gun tighter. " I... I'm NoT..." He stutters as his voice cracks. Violets eyes widen, "Oh... my god. You're scared of women? Aren't you?" Simmons shakes his head trying to clear his throat, " I-" Violet sighs, shaking her head, "You shouldn't be scared Simmons, this is a war, there is no such thing as black and white, men and women. In war... we're just soldiers, we arent that different from each other."

Simmons looks at Violet, under his mask he grins, "Yeah... You're righT." Violet giggles when his voice cracks.

Day 5: Friday

Grif sits with Violet in his room. They both are laughing at memories they shared to each other. After the laughter died down the blue and Red soldier fell into a comfortable silence. "So... V, if you don't mind me asking why the hell are you so bad ass?" He asks suddenly. Violet chuckles, "Me? Badass?" Grif nods, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure this army doesn't send bad ass captains to teams, I mean look at our Sergeant." Violet sighs with a small grin, "Yeah it... its a really long story. I was in this... system thing and they trained super hard. I wasn't the best... and if you weren't the best then you would be kicked out, or killed, etcetera. So my friend helped me be the best I could be and here I am."

Grif stares at Violet, "I wish everyone would tell stories like you tell stories. So easy and simple." Violet laughs, pushing him gently, " You really are a lazy bum. So much of a lazy bum you don't even want to follow a full blown story." Grif laughs, "Well yeah, it's not my thing. Stories are gross when they're complicated."

Violet nods, "Then I'm glad I didn't add details." She adjusts herself on the bed, leaning her head on the cement wall. Grif does the same and looks at her, "Well Violet, I'll be sad to see you go... then I'll have to try and kill you again." Violet laughs, looking at him, " Well, let's promise something Orangey, you won't kill me and I won't kill you."

"Hm... I promise."

Day 6: Saturday

Sarge paces back and forth on the roof of the base. Violet's gray/blue eyes follow Sarge back and forth. Back and forth. " What are you even doing man?" Violet asks. Sarge spins to face Violet. " keeping a vigilant eye on the horizon. Who know who is going to stroll over those hills." Violet rolls her eyes, " Always pays to keep on alert, I guess." Sarge grins, "Exactly you dirty blue. I guess your smarter than I give you credit for."

Day 7: Sunday

Violet stays by the wall inside the base. She gently bangs her head on the wall. "This. Is. Fucking. Torture." She groans as the Soap Opera, 90210, is playing in the back ground as Donut is talking about the plotline of the whole series. Violet keeps banging her head as he keeps going on and on and on with the story. Grif walks in with a smug smile. He nudges Violet and whispers, "You okay there?" Violet sighs and whimpers as Donut goes on, "No. Make it stop Grif." Grif chuckles low. He grabs her hand and sneaks her outside. "Thank god..." Violet laughs aloud. "Hey Orangey, what time is it?"

Grif shrugs, "About 20:54."

Violet takes off her mask and looks up to the sky with a frown. "What are you doing V?" Grif asks, his head tilted slightly. Violet continues looking at the sky. "Grif... you ever wonder why we're here?"

Grif's body becomes stiff, "It's one of life's greatest mysteries.." He replies.

"I miss the night sky..." Violet sighs. The orange soldier stares at her awe-fully. "I miss the moon... the stars... I remember being small and wanting to be among them but the stars were much more beautiful when they were a mystery."

"Woah, when did you become a poet?" Grif laughs.

"W-what?" Violet giggles with him.

"O' Captain. My Captain. I believe it's time you go back to your team. Don't you think?" Grif says with a small smile.

Violet looks at him surprised. "But Grif, Sarge will kill you if you let me go."

"I'll just say you beat me up or I let you run away because In to lazy to catch up with you. Just go Violet everyone but Donut is asleep so you have a free path, but... please remember our promise. I don't want to die by the hand of a badass." Grif chuckles. Violet smiles happily, "Thank you private Grif. I hope our paths with intertwine again." Violet puts on her helmet and quickly rush off toward her base. Grif sighs, "Bye Violet."