Scott limps into the room his shoulders shrugged down, head low with a helmet on top. His feet slap the ground as he walks and his legs lock up like a safe. His hair is all greasy and looks soaked from not being able to shower. He smells as bad as a skunk spraying you.. It seems that he has been in pain and tired of walking. His eyes are like a puzzle, you can't figure them out.
He acts like he's seen the most horrible things. You can see in his eyes that he is scared and afraid of dying. It looks like he is puzzled about something, or something is bothering him. He limps from a wound on his leg. Blood leaks from a hole in his pants from a bullet and mud all over his shirt. He looked as if he had been laying in the mud for days. He looked scared to death from the war he was in. His ears were ringing like a bell.
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