Gunshots filled the air, bullets effortlessly hitting the torn and hole-filled targets. Another three bullets were fired, each hitting the paper target in the painted head and chest.
A row of twenty or so men clad in Army Greens shot at their own targets, some using pistols, some using rifles, and one guy even had a hand-held machine gun.
One teenager, however, smirked at his masterpiece at his end of the firing range. His ocean blue eyes glimmered with amusement, his mouth curving into a smirk.
This was his sweet music, his own personal get-away.
Eridan Ampora absolutely loved it.
When he had reached the age of eighteen, the Aquarius enlisted in the military, just as his father had, and just as his grandfather had.
You could say that most of the males in his family joined the military. Cronus was a different story, and as far as Eridan was concerned, Cronus didn’t matter.
He was the one to graduate on time. He was the one to enlist in the Army. He was the one making their father proud. Not. Cronus.
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