❛ When you mix fuel, metal
oxide and metal powder in
just the right way, it burns
at 2000 degrees Celsius.
Hot enough to cut through
nearly any barrier known to
man. Throw some C4 into
the mix, and you've got one
hell of a combination. ❜
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(↻ / ♡)
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“Happy birthday. . .”
He muttered, hands tied up by the red ribbon. His friend may or may not have tied him up like this for the hard breach supporter. Being in this position made him feel embarrassed and somewhat vulnerable.
It’s his BF’s birthday. His present. . . Is noneother than himself. Yes, Thermite is wrapped up in a ribbon. Just for Thatcher. Hopefully, this present will spark joy.
“Don’t worry, I have something that’ll surprise ya and knock yer socks off tomorrow.”
He’s proud of himself. Yup. Noting suspicious here. Don’t be suspicious, don’t be suspicious—
“Of course. Let’s start!”
He chuckled and pulled out a play set of the breaching items before handing them to her.
“You want to be the breacher, right?”
“You’re never bothering me, sweetie.”
He reaches a hand down to playfully ruffle her hair.
“What would you like to play?”
He kneeled down on his knees to get on his daughter’s level.