Chapter 40. Oatmeal

KAMIL

December 23rd, xxxx

In a strange timetable occurrence, North Star soldiers aren't on duty today. All six of them. They celebrate this by carrying a picnic table outside the Musclehouse to eat and play games.

No shade to the Constellation but it is nice to be alone with just North Star. To talk about everything and nothing (and to bicker loudly about the WHOT game none of them are winning they way they like: to destroy completely)

Private Hadi—a beta uninterested in a promotion because (and this is a direct quote) 'the higher he moves up, the less time he'll have with his mates'—suggested they move to LUDO.

Commotion starts up again about who'll be in whose team, which colour to choose (each of them have their own superstition) and they fucking rules they have to reiterate because some people (side-eyeing Nal and Aayi) cheat like the devil.

Kamil folds his arms, close his eyes and relaxes, hiding a smile. Adapting to change has been tough (an