Sighing, you shrug on your coat, pulling your arms through the fur-lined sleeves and wrapping a sheer scarf around your neck. Rumbling sounds from somewhere in the camp, you can hear the tires of the jeeps and trucks turning as they return from the ambush site. Setting it aside on your bed, you bring your boots up, tightening the laces and knotting them. The sand and bits of rock scuff against your boots as you clean your rifle, wiping away the desert-dust that covers the black bits of your weapon. Requests are open! Reblogging is always appreciated! Thank you for reading! A/N : I haven’t reread the Scorch Trials in a while, but I based this off the movie version.
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