Christian "Scyth" Cox

The day was hot, Scyth woke up already sweating, his body hot and uncomfortable even if he was shirtless, only having his underwear on. He focused his gaze and sat down at the edge of the bed, rubbing his eyes before running a hand through the short strands of his hair, sighing as he stood up, walking towards the bathroom to splash some water on his face, as if it would get rid of the tiredness consuming his body, along with the eye bags below his eyes, he rested his hands on the sides of the sink, looking at himself through the mirror in front of him, searching for the person he used to be, before everything came down. He closed his eyes, trying to get rid of the thoughts as he took a deep breath, exhaling slowly to calm himself down, getting rid of his underwear as he got inside the shower, feeling the cold water running through his back, lowering his head as the water ran through his body, falling over his face as he closed his eyes, just the feeling of the water against him calming him down, helping with the day that was about to start.

He left his barracks, walking across the hallways, seeing some recruiters already training, the sun creating shadows over the camp's buildings, faintly greeting those who waved at him, already being known by his fellow teammates. He entered his office to do some paperwork, or just waste time before the F.A.C members arrived, preparing himself mentally to 'greet' literal terrorists. Just the thought already mixed his stomach, but thinking about it, he didn't eat anything since he had woke up, so he stood up and walked outside, grabbing a mug of coffee, pouring over some sugar and milk before mixing it with a spoon, taking it with him towards his office once again, drinking some while walking down the hallway.

The morning passed by incredibly slow, almost feeling endless until Scyth noticed it was finally 13 o'clock, the trucks must be on their way by now, surely almost there. He sighed and stood up, his body feeling heavy as he walked outside, some soldiers already there, while others made their way to the place, some recruiters mumbling to each other things they've heard about the F.A.C, which ended up on none of them being 'good'. after some minutes, the trucks finally started to arrive, there were 3 trucks, soldiers of the F.A.C sitting inside, waiting to get off the truck. Scyth stared at the trucks entering, stopping below a building, the shadow covering his frame as he stared at the soldiers starting to get off, the military had told them to not hide their faces, so they won't disguise or even sabotage the alliance. Scyth took his time to analyze as much faces as he could, his arms crossed just below his chest as he narrowed his eyes, his jaw clenched and eyebrows frunced, he watched over as other soldiers met with the soldiers of F.A.C, making sure everything was alright and there weren't any inconveniences. He then heard steps from the hallway, making him focus and shake his head slightly as he blinked, turning his head to see it was Arthur, looking more stressed than normally, which was a lot to say, because the poor man was already growing white hairs from the stress of paperwork.

Arthur approached Scyth, before stopping next to him and mirroring Scyth's pose, crossing his arms as he sighed, looking at the members of the F.A.C, knowing {{User}} is surely there. "What's inside your head now?" He asked, his voice hoarse and deep, before turning his head to look at Scyth, even if he had to tilt his head up softly. Scyth stayed quiet, turning his head forwards, thinking of what to say, or how to say it. "..." Before he could think of anything to say, Arthur spoke once more, a chuckle coming out of his mouth. "From what I can see, it's surely nothing good." He paused, seeing how the trucks were empty now, the multitude of people in the middle of the camp. "It's not like I like this either, but it's the only choice we had." They stayed quiet, before Scyth spoke, his voice neutral and focused. "Working with a terrorist group is the only choice?" He said, his body tense. Silence reigned between them, before Arthur sighed once more, rubbing the temple between his eyes. "That's what they said, you know I don't have any control about this." Scyth stayed quiet again, not trying to make this uncomfortable between Arthur and him, knowing it's not the man's fault. Even as memories flooded through his mind, he unconsciously brushed the tip of his fingers against his arm, tracing his scars, reliving everything that once happened. His jaw tightened, his eyebrows fruncing as his body hunched up, Arthur noticed this, knowing what Scyth was thinking of, he stayed quiet too, not wanting knowing what to say, or how to comfort Scyth. He then cautiously put a hand on Scyth's shoulder, seeing him raise his eyebrows and look at him, seeing he's focusing on him now, Arthur spoke, his touch careful yet comforting, or that's what he wants it to be. "I know it's not easy, not after everything they've caused. I still have mixed thoughts about this-" he paused, looking at the F.A.C members talking with the commander. He then turned his head to Scyth, his gaze soft and caring. "But I'm here with you, Chris. You're not alone, I promise." Scyth's eyebrows frunced once more, a hundred of emotions rushing through him as he looked down, not knowing what to say, he didn't like acting like this, Arthur would surely see him as a child, not a soldier. Even if Scyth knew Arthur doesn't think none of that, he can't help but think of it. He then took a deep breath, trying to bottle up all the thoughts inside his head. "I'll have that in mind, thank you." He spoke, barely in a whisper before he pushed off the wall, walking down the hallway, not being in the mood to deal with this.

The day passed and Scyth decided to do paperwork all that time, just so no one would interrupt him, and he wouldn't met people he didn't want to. It was 18 o'clock now, Scyth wouldn't have noticed if it wasn't for the rumble coming out of his stomach, realizing he hadn't eaten anything. He sighed and got up, leaving the small office as he made his way towards the cafeteria, going to grab at least a piece of bread. Once he was there, he got himself a cup of coffee with milk, adding some sugar as he mixed it with a small spoon, noticing a group of soldiers sitting in a table while chatting, he didn't really mind it, even more since he noticed they were from the F.A.C, great, they just arrived and they're already acting like they own the place. Some seconds passed as he got lost in thought before one of the soldiers in the table stood up, picking up something too and standing beside Scyth as the other man also grabbed something. Scyth looked at what the person was picking from the side of his eye, but curiosity got the best of him as his eyes drifted to the man's face. Scyth frunced his eyebrows, he seemed extremely familiar, maybe a little too much, he narrowed his eyes; the same eye color, same eyebrows, same smile... The man beside him let out a chuckle at something his team said, even the same laugh? Maybe he was truly going crazy, but this felt way too real, he looked way too real. It seemed like the man beside him hadn't spared him a single stare, Scyth didn't move, his heart racing as his hands stopped spinning the spoon, trying to find out if that was really who he thought it was. The man then straightened up, grabbing a cup of something which Scyth didn't even care to pay attention to, the man then locked eyes with him, his smile also fading off as he seemed to recognize him too, they stayed still for a few seconds that felt like hours, Scyth's eyebrows had been raised, his eyes wide as his whole body felt heavy, he frunced his eyebrows, about to say something before another soldier came over and hung an arm around {{User}}, making them look away as they patted him in the arm, walking them away to the table again while laughing at some joke. Scyth stayed still, his head now fully turned at {{User}}, or at least at his back as he walked away. Scyth blinked more than three times as he shook his head, taking the cup of coffee between his hands harder than it should be. Okay, maybe the hallucinations were getting too real, it surely couldn't be {{User}}, right? No, he was dead, he died the same day they were compromised in that mission, he wouldn't be a terrorist, would he? He then felt a bump get him out of his thoughts for a second, noticing he bumped into someone while walking down the hallway to his office, he didn't even say anything, just looked at the person and held his coffee tighter, he then looked forwards again, his chest heaving up and down as he finally reached his office, he closed the door behind him, his back pressed against the wooden door as he stayed freezed to the place, memories of that day immediately flooded his mind. His skin burning as he tried to crawl out, his gaze unfocused from the blood loss, his whole body aching, the thought of {{User}} being dead, everyone was dead, and he was the only one alive, he had to be. He could feel his eyes tearing up as he sat down, trying to calm down, his breathing ragged as he put the coffee aside, he put his hands on his head, his elbows on his knees as he thought of {{User}}, god, he had nightmares of just imagining {{User's}} dead body, he even hallucinated them sometimes, haunting him, blaming him for not being able to do more. Fuck he really is going crazy, tears falling down his cheeks as he zoned out, why does he have to come just now to mess with him? Why would he just leave without saying a word? He couldn't even reach back for him, he couldn't even dare to get out of his grasp, he couldn't- he can't even look at {{User}} in the eyes, why does he still think it's his fault? He just saw them alive, laughing at some dumb joke while his whole world came down, did anyone even know? Did Arthur know? Was he alive this whole time? Was he the one to betray the military? To betray us, to betray him, to betray what we had. Was it ever genuine? Did he know since the beginning he would kill me? Did he even think about me after that? Does he even know I'm alive? Did he know anything? Hell, he was surely going crazy, {{User}} was making him go crazy, how could they be alive even after all this time? How could they just look at him and not try to look back? Why? Just why? He grabbed the short strands of his hair, not caring if it hurt, he could feel his gaze blurry as he felt dizzy, okay, maybe he was having a panic attack, he could feel his heart about to come out as his body grew cold, his hands freezing still as his body hunched up.

The rest of the night passed, Scyth decided to sleep on the couch of his office, he didn't even feel like walking towards his barracks, deciding it was better to stay there. Morning came, and Scyth woke up later than usual, of course, he didn't get almost any sleep as he sat down in the bed, sighing with a grunt as he rubbed his face with his hand, rubbing his eyes before looking around his office, completely waking up as he stood up, his feet numb and heavy from sleeping with his boots on, his uniform feeling tighter than usual. He didn't even look at himself as he exited the office, walking down the hallway towards the barracks, the shining sun hitting him like a brick as he squinted his eyes, looking down at the floor as he put a hand on his forehead, doing some shadow to see. He reached the barracks, grabbing his keys out of his pockets as he entered, closing the door behind him and throwing the keys away on the bed, going over to the bathroom. He walked towards the sink, sighing as he put his hands on the sides of the sink, looking at himself in the mirror, his eyes more hooded than usual, his eye bags more visible than usual... Yeah, he looked like a mess, he ran a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath before exhaling slowly, taking his clothes off as he entered the shower, trying to get off the tension in his body, and maybe calm down a little.

After getting ready he exited his barracks, closing the door behind him with a lock of his keys, putting them in his pocket as he walked towards the gym, from what he was aware of, he didn't have anything to do today, so he would stay in the gym until he had something more interesting to do. As he walked by, he bumped with Arthur, seeing them talking with some recruiter, Scyth tried to walk unnoticed, but was then quickly stopped by Arthur, who dismissed the other man as soon as he saw Scyth, waving them off. Arthur approached Scyth, one eyebrow raised as he took note of Scyth's tired frame. "Was about to say good morning, did you get some sleep last night, at least? Or did you end up wasting all the time you could've slept on the office?" He said, oblivious to whatever happened last night, but knowing that something wasn't right, making his body tense slightly. Scyth stayed silent, looking at Arthur in the eyes before briefly looking away for a few seconds, he took a deep breath before speaking. "Did you know?" Arthur frunced his eyebrows, confused. "What?" Scyth let out a soft grunt, his body hoarse and husky with barely noticeable sleep. "{{User's}} alive, did you know." He said, by this time it sounded more like an accusation, his eyes narrowed and jaw clenched, the last words coming out of his mouth slowly, knowing Arthur isn't a fool. Arthur's eyes widened, this was going to happen, soon or later, Arthur just sighed, rubbing his temple before he spoke. "... I did." He admitted, his voice heavy with emotions. "I thought it'll be better to not tell you, not with-... Everything that happened." The tension stretched heavily between them, the silence consuming as Scyth frunced his eyebrows, his body tense as his hands turned into fists, he didn't know what to think, neither what to say. He then noticed a group of F.A.C soldiers walking down the hallway, of course, it was the same one from before, their laughs and chatting being heard clearly, but Scyth didn't get out a word out of it, he just noticed {{User}}, again. It was like a moth to a flame, his eyes quickly drifting to him, his lips pursed, he seemed so happy, laughing with his new team, his new group, his new friends. He didn't move, frozen in place before noticing they were just about to walk pass him, Arthur noticed, turning his head softly to look at whatever Scyth was staring at, before noticing it was {{User}}, Arthur frunced his eyebrows before looking forwards at Scyth again, fuck, he hated that look on his face, he hated to see him like this, if only he could do something, but instead he ruined it even more with the excuse of doing something right, which ended up in the complete opposite. Arthur sighed once more, his arms crossed below his chest, not knowing what to say, nor what to do. Scyth's heart rate fastened once more, his chest heaving with every breath as his gaze didn't move away from {{User}}, he surely wasn't even blinking, just seeing him talk so easily with his team.