That day was somehow weird.
My body was heavy ever since I opened my eyes. It was like something was pressuring my shoulder. Maybe a cold is coming. Mason Taylor didn’t think anything weird.
Actually it is weird if my body was light. It’s already been two months since we started our mission. So, for two whole months, I don’t want anything big I just wanted to sleep in a place with a roof.
“I’m seriously gonna quit after this job.”
One of the team members named Clark said something similar what Mason was thinking. Mason laughed. For three years, that guy said exact same thing every time they were on a mission, but he’s still doing this job.
“I’m serious. I even wrote down my letter of resignation to send it right after this job. Do you want to read it?”
This stupid bastard was saying how he wanted to become a writer, so he wrote this really well like poetry. And Mason said "Why do you have to write letter of resignation well?” and frowned.
“I told you my dream was to become a writer. Didn’t you have that kind of a dream, Team leader? Any dreams?”
“Of course I do. Who do you think I am.”
“Team leader has a dream?”
A guy who is so dry? This bastard said it rudely, and Mason nodded and said,
“Ah. This instant, I want to take a hot bath, drink warm milk, and sleep till I’m not tired on a dry bed.”
It couldn’t get any better. Just to imagine that scene made him feel really heavy and tired.
“…..ah seriously…”