World's Worst DayZack had been in the training room all day. Angeal just wanted to go home to a nice hot cooked meal made by Genesis. But he knew better than to leave Zack alone in the ShinRa Tower.World's Worst Day by Chaosbayne
And a massage. He was certain that he could feel the knots forming in his back muscles and shoulders. Heck, maybe Genesis would be up for a bath. That thought brought a tired smile to Angeal’s face.
Angeal wasn’t sure what had gone wrong today, but today was just awful. Maybe it was because he was out of coffee. He didn’t think it would affect his day that badly; however, this day’s events proved otherwise.
Angeal had to teach a group of Second Class SOLDIERs first thing that morning. Angeal ignored that warning in his gut that he should stay home, convincing himself that the Seconds were well-mannered and not likely to cause trouble.
From the first moment he walked into the classroom, Angeal knew he should have heeded his gut. The room was chaos incarnate. Somehow, ev
Self Satisfied Smiles Can Be ScaryAltair was lounging on the couch in the front room when you wandered in. Ezio was relaxing in a chair, gazing out the window. He turned his attention towards you when you entered the room.Self Satisfied Smiles Can Be Scary by Chaosbayne
“I’m going to do it today” you announced with conviction.
He snorted behind the newspaper he was browsing. “Good luck” came the gruff reply.
Ezio chuckled. He couldn’t wait to see how the others reacted. He had originally attempted to talk you out of it; but it was no use. Once you got something in your head, it was easier to reason with a mountain.
You called Connor, Arno and Jacob into the front room, where you waited.
The boys wandered in, heeding your summons.
“What’s up,chéri?” Arno inquired.
You smirked in response to his question. You brought something out from behind your back; concealing it in your palm.
You grabbed Connor’s jaw firmly in your hand as you brought the blade up to his lips. You swiftly drew the blade down his lip
PaintballModern Team x ReaderPaintball by ArvaleeKnight
It was the longest game of paintball you'd ever played and you weren't even sure if the others realized that it was still just a game. Of course they took it too seriously. You agreed to play paintball with a bunch of Assassins and Desmond, worst of all, relived the genetic memories of his highly trained ancestors.
Desmond was one of the quietest, sneaking around and climbing up on top of everything he saw. He would scale onto the highest thing, whether it was a wall or a tree, and he would crouch down until completely hidden. The moment someone passed by he’d tag them and slip out of sight.
Shaun was a strategist, using the course's set up to corral the others together until they were more focused on each other rather than Shaun. Then, when they forgot all about him, he'd circle around and tag them rather haughtily, boasting about his skills while he jetted off across the field into hiding.
Rebecca was the worst of them. She was a fierce com