When this guy first came out, it was hard to see if his sexuality was a minority. After all, no matter how romantic the French are, wearing perfume in wartime makes people feel like what are you doing... not to mention that such a mother is called Elite. . .
But then he slapped me completely in the face.
When the troops were attacked, Elite did not instinctively seek cover for the first time. Instead, he picked up his gun and rushed out to find the most suitable sniper position. He is the only long gun in the team, has the best chance to kill the enemy, and of course is the most likely to become the next target. The guy's performance was too tough to match his hairsprayed hair and delicate moustache. When I saw him lead a small group of enemies away on his own and was about to die, I really thought I could be there to help him.
After a few years, I gradually understood how much difference there is between appearance and essence, and I also gradually understood that we must live seriously. Elite is someone who has his own tune and exists in a way he likes, which in a way makes this person even untrustworthy. However, when it really comes to an emergency, he can sacrifice his life to fulfill his responsibilities, protect his teammates, and defend his honor as a soldier. He lived so beautifully, so seriously. That's how Elite should live.
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