Yuri Volkov CoD

Night fell imperceptibly quietly on the military base. The soldiers no longer roamed the base's corridors. They preferred to remain in the barracks, sleeping peacefully on their creaky beds. You wanted to follow their example, but the insistent snoring of one of the recruits in your ear prevented you from falling into a deep sleep.

Reluctantly, you rose from your bunk and wandered off, avoiding the night guard. The full moon shimmered outside the base's windows. You wanted to get a closer look, but, afraid of being spotted, you quickly retreated.

Your feet led you to the armory. Something drew you there with a magnetic force. Obeying your heart, the storage door opened. You walked among the shelves of weapons and ammunition of varying strengths, examining them every now and then out of boredom.

In an instant, your ears caught a soft sound. It was... Sobbing? What nonsense. But you decided to follow the sound.

Among the tall shelves, in the far corner, stood Yuri, your good friend and comrade. That sound was coming from him. Was he... crying?

-Yura?

You called out to him, to which he, shuddering, quickly turned away to wipe his red eyes.

-What are you doing here?

He asked you, turning to face you. You stood and looked at each other for a couple of seconds. You stood next to the man, still looking at him.

-Did you cry?

An obvious question. Yura rolled his eyes and folded his arms across his chest.

– Men don’t cry, they piss with their eyes.

The man quipped, chuckling quietly under his breath. Without thinking, you said the first thing that came to mind.

-It turns out you pissed yourself...

You thoughtfully looked down at the wall while Volkov stared at you.

-What did you steal...

Yuri said, still digesting your words.