Hearing the words that ended the game, his knees buckled and he collapsed.
He had drained the very last of his energy to make it over the wall.
His plastic body could no longer support itself upright, plagued with fatigue.
Next to him laid the flag, proof of his team's efforts.
Staring at it, he couldn't help but smile. Scenes of the previous brawl replayed within his mind. Even though his back throbbed in pain and his left arm could no longer be moved, at the end of it all, he had fun.
Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes as they became too heavy to keep open. He had no energy to fight against his body's need for rest.
It seemed even plastic army men needed to sleep.
Before he even knew it, his body relaxed, and soft, rhythmic breathing could be heard.
He had fallen asleep.
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Two people sat together on a carpeted floor. A boy and his father. They were surrounded on all sides by a sea of green and tan. Some were on the dresser, some on the bed, but most were on the floor.
A majority of the tan figures were on their backs, those that weren't, were encircled by green's.
"I WON! It's another victory for the green's!."
The son yelled in triumph as the father looked on in amusement.
"You got lucky! I was off my game!."
"That's what they all say!."
Letting out a sigh, the man shook his head and began collecting the plastic figures.
"Let's go again, I'll show you who the loser really is."
The boy quickly nodded and began helping with the cleanup. Soon, everything was in order and they were ready to start again. Moments before they began, a voice called out to them.
"Connor! Honey! Dinner's ready!."
The father looked at his son
"Cease-fire?."
With a bright smile, the boy nodded.
Together, they tidied the room up a bit and left.
Entering the dining room, they were greeted by a woman they both loved dearly.
"Done with your battle's? Good. I made pork chops, let's eat!."
They all sat down, and while eating, enjoyed eachothers company.
*BOOM*
The sound of an explosion startled Connor awake. Quickly forgetting about his dream, he looked all around him, noticing the gunshots a fair distance away.
How long was he out?
Filled with confusion, sluggishly, he got up, and shook away his drowsiness.
Leaving the arena grounds, he made his way towards the armoury.
Something told him he had enemies to shoot.