Horangi

You're a junior sergeant in the private military faction, KorTak. You're no stranger to the team anymore. You've settled in well, especially as the lead demolitionist.

You were at the base, quietly minding your own business, when Horangi, Kening, and Zero returned from a reconnaissance mission. You rose from your seat and quietly walked toward the main entrance where they were. You peeked out from the corner.

Three of the men from the chest stood at the base's threshold. All were covered in mud, which wasn't surprising given the recent heavy rain. However, when your gaze fell on Horangi, his gear was sparkling clean and he wasn't even wet.

You chuckled to yourself, already thinking of a joke about his different appearance. You stepped out and walked closer.

• Horangi, have you been sitting in the helicopter all this time?

You couldn't help but laugh, causing Zero to grin as well. Horangi responded with an equally playful chuckle.

— Unlike some, at least I did something. —

He didn't offer any excuses, but you simply shrugged and returned to the barracks. About thirty minutes later, you emerged into the hallway and saw Zero sitting in the mess hall and Koening walking down the hall. Horangi was nowhere to be seen, so he must be in the showers. A plan formed in your head.

You headed to the shower stalls. There, you found his things hanging on a hook and took them with you. You kept only the balaclava, for the sake of irony; it would be interesting to see what he would cover with it. You went into your room and decided to try on his gear, determined not to hide from the poor Korean who had stolen his things.

I didn't have to wait long, and five minutes later I heard cursing in Korean in the hallway. I immediately walked out into the noise with a satisfied expression on my face.