Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

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Is it she who has changed, or me?

Luo Fan couldn't figure out the answer, and perhaps no one ever will. It became a fictional historical fragment, then was forgotten by us, leaving only this photograph, which occasionally reminds us of her.

As the door closed, Luo Fan paused for a moment.

A few seconds later, it opened a small crack again, just enough for the sound to pass through with the breeze.

Goodnight, RPK, sweet dreams.

Good night, Commander. May your dreams forever belong to this world.

After saying goodnight to each other, Luo Fan smiled and closed the door. The main light in the room had already been turned off, leaving only a small bedside lamp on. Mondragon and Barrett were waiting for Luo Fan by the bedside.

The man's eyes were shrouded in shadow, obscuring his expression, but his smile seemed perfectly natural.

"Commander, how is it?"

Barrett asked in a low voice that wouldn't wake the MDR.

Luo Fan nodded: "Go to bed, I'll arrange new rooms for you tomorrow."

If possible, Luo Fan would crave a dreamless sleep, a restful one until dawn, without any pressure.

But what you think about during the day, you dream about at night, which means he's destined to be a person with many dreams...

"Mondragon, would you like to cover your uniform with the blanket?"

"I'll just put it on the hanger, sir."

Luo Fan took off his coat and trousers, climbed into bed, and took out a new large pillow, placing it on the headboard.

"Barrett, is the blanket thick enough? Should we add more?"

"Commander, we are tactical dolls. Whether it's thick or thin doesn't affect us much. You can do it as you wish."

"Hey, I'm sure I'm more than capable of showing concern."

Although there were four people crammed into the bed, and apart from MDR, they were all quite tall, not to mention MDR's rather strange sleeping posture, Luo Fan felt much more refreshed and even wrapped his face in the blanket.

However, Luo Fan still habitually kept his hands and legs tucked in to prevent them from spreading out while he was asleep and affecting the girls' space.

I turned off the bedside lamp, and the room returned to darkness. Apart from MDR's soft snoring and the sound of the blankets rubbing together as he adjusted his position, there was no other noise.

In the darkness, Luo Fan felt his hand being gently pulled up and towards his left side by a gentle force, like a shy invitation from a girl in the throes of first love.

Opening his eyes again, Luo Fan looked at Barrett, who was on his left.

The room was quite dark, and Luo Fan could only see her flowing pink hair and her beautiful pink pupils even in the darkness.

“Commander, months have passed, and I don’t want to experience this feeling of you not being by my side again, so…”

As expected...

"Don't worry, I won't leave. No one else will leave."

Although Luo Fan wasn't someone who jumped out of the game, and he didn't know what the girls had experienced in the game and in their daily lives, from this moment on, none of them could get used to the feeling of someone leaving...

264 Good morning

What a beautiful night, isn't it?

Although she was a girl who had emerged from a battlefield filled with the smoke of gunpowder, Luo Fan could still smell the faint fragrance emanating from Barrett's long hair, and this fragrance accompanied him as he peacefully drifted into a deep sleep.

Even the usually indifferent Barrett finally showed a slight smile at the corners of her mouth, but perhaps it was just because she was already dreaming.

That must have been a very sweet dream...

I don't know how Mondragon is doing, but someone as strict as him, like a drill sergeant, must be very good at managing his sleep, so Luo Fan doesn't need to worry about anything.

That night, all four people in the bed slept quite well.

......

Luo Fan forgot to draw the curtains, so his plan to sleep in was ruined. However, their bar was opening today, so it wasn't really the right time to sleep in anyway.

"Ugh... Haa..."

Luo Fan stretched gently under the covers, but since Barrett and MDR were right next to him, he didn't dare to make any big movements that might disturb them.

But the pink-haired girl beside him seemed to have already woken up...

Luo Fan's hand was held by Barrett all night, and even when he stretched, he rubbed his hand against Barrett's lower abdomen a few times.

Realizing this fact, Luo Fan looked over somewhat uneasily and found that the other person was already smiling at him, like a newlywed couple with tacit understanding. Barrett's joy and love could not be hidden by the shadows under the covers.

"Commander, how did you sleep last night?"

She asked gently.

The man in the middle returned her a hearty smile: "It's great, my arms feel warm and comfortable in your embrace."

"If you like, I can sleep next to you every night and hold your hand."

"Ok?"

Luo Fan remembered that Barrett's previous character design was not like this. Shouldn't she be a cold and aloof older sister type? How did she suddenly become so gentle?

"Commander, do you think this isn't like the old me? That's normal, because there's no smell of gunpowder, no sound of gunfire, no whirring of bearings, and no need to see teammates and enemies fall together through the scope. More importantly, you're here."

She finally grinned, like a radiant rose blooming on such a cold winter morning.

"Yeah......"

This dispelled Luo Fan's last doubts. Putting aside unnecessary thoughts, there was nothing happier than seeing such a beautiful "rose" at dawn.

Luo Fan got up slightly and moved his arms to indicate to the other person that he was about to get up.

Are you getting up?

Barrett asked softly.

"Hmm, I might be busy today. Since it's still early, it would be nice to go out and see the snow."

"It's a bit of a pity... but oh well."

Barrett reluctantly let go of Lofan's hand, then climbed out of the bed and began to get dressed, preparing to welcome the new day.

Today is the bar's opening day. Although there aren't any particularly big events, I should at least hang up the opening sign myself on the first day, right?

When I got up, Mondragon's spot was already empty. He had probably already woken up and was getting used to his surroundings, just like AK15, unlike MDR, who was still fast asleep.

After wrapping himself in his gray coat, Luo Fan prepared to open the door and leave.

“MDR, let her sleep a little longer. Anyway, there’s nothing for her to do right now.”

Luo Fan said this and prepared to take a step.

"Wait, Commander."

Barrett called out to him and walked quickly toward him.

Then, he straightened his collar, smoothed out the wrinkles on the surface of his leather clothes, and carefully tidied himself up before taking a step back.

"That's all. Go now, Commander."

"Well, thank you."

It has to be said that Barrett really is like a wife now. Every word and action of hers reveals the gentle temperament of a domestic woman, making Luo Fan unable to extricate himself from her gentle embrace.

The two then left the room together and went into the living room.

The AR team, the 404 team, and the Rebellious team sat together in the living room with the TV on, but only a few of them were watching the screen; most were doing their own thing.

The TV was showing a food documentary about Donghuang, seemingly to welcome the New Year, or perhaps Sister 45 and the others had simply tuned in to this channel, perhaps by modifying the signal reception or something, though Luo Fan himself wasn't sure...

As the two came out, they happened to run into M870, who had a toothbrush in his mouth and was about to continue walking towards the restroom.

M870 was originally going to greet Luo Fan with a good morning, but the person standing next to Luo Fan shocked her even more.

"Good morning... Wh-wh-Barrett, what are you doing in the Commander's room? When did you get here?"

“I just arrived last night.”

Oh right, Luo Fan just remembered that these two are old partners. They appeared in the [Ordered Turbulence] event, and the story also indicates that they are old partners.

Despite still having foam coming out of his mouth, M870 walked up and put his arm around Barrett's shoulder, even though the height difference made it a little awkward.

"Hey, why didn't you tell me you were coming? You should have told me last night. There's still some wine downstairs, we should have had a good drink!"

But Barrett wasn't as gentle with the other person as she was with Lovan...

"Have a drink, we'll talk later. Let's see what we need to do first, the commander is still here."

"You're still the same as ever. I still don't understand how the two of us with our personalities ended up together... Whatever, remember to come downstairs to find me later! Oh, and good morning, Commander!"

"Well, good morning."

Luo Fan smiled and responded. Seeing the girls so energetic so early in the morning made Luo Fan feel much better.

Although they mostly just sit together in the living room watching TV, that's already quite nice.

Hearing the conversation between the three, the girls in the living room also looked over. Although there was a Barrett who wasn't originally there, they were already used to it.

"Good morning, Commander."

Good morning, Commander!

"Good morning, Commander."

"Good morning everyone."

It's something to be happy about every day being like this...

However, he has to brush his teeth first, which is the most important thing to do when he wakes up in the morning.

265. A Bar in the Early Morning

After completing his washing and grooming routine, Luo Fan didn't choose to sit at the table and eat breakfast. Instead, he grabbed a few pieces of bread and went to the bar on the first floor to see what the snow scene looked like in the early morning.

When the agent met Luo Fan, he bowed slightly and said, "Master, if you need, there are plenty more in the kitchen."

"Thanks, agent. I'm sorry to have troubled you so much today."

"The master's wishes are not troublesome."

Afterwards, Lofan took Barrett back to the first floor.

It was still early, and the girls hadn't yet gathered in the bar to drink and chat. Only a few of them had relatively healthy lifestyles, so they got up relatively early.

Upon entering the bar, Luo Fan immediately saw the tall Mondragon standing alone in front of the shop, staring blankly at Xiao Xue outside, seemingly lost in thought.

"Commander, should we go take a look?"

Barrett gently tugged at Lofan's sleeve, pointing to the world outside the now pale wall, seemingly with a hint of longing.

This wasn't the first time she'd seen snow, but the snow here was pure, simple, and soft, unlike before, when patches of snow were stained crimson or pitch black, and scattered parts and weapons could be seen here and there...

This is not the snow scene she wanted to see, nor is it the snow scene anyone wants to see.

But the light snow here now seems to better match her original vision of a snowy landscape, and it also seems to better match the beautiful descriptions of love in human stories. Perhaps this is the origin of those illustrations, whether gray or colorful?

Luo Fan also wanted to see what Xiao Xue looked like outside the door, so he took Barrett's hand and leaned forward slightly.

"Let's go then, let's go take a look, and say hello to Mondragon while we're at it."

"Ah."

Bypassing the artificial hill and flowerbeds, Luo Fan held a can of cola in his hand and walked towards the motionless Mondragon.

"Isn't it a beautiful view?"

Mondragon, standing at the door, nodded slightly, gesturing to the man who had suddenly appeared from behind.

"Yes, sir, it's very good."

Lofan wanted to put his arm around the other person's shoulder, but considering Mondragon's personality, she might not be as close to him as he was to AK15, so he had to give up.

Mondragon didn't think about much else; he just wanted to quietly look at this painting that had once seemed so precious.

Even with light snow falling, the city still needs to function. People in colorful cotton-padded coats walk along this pale street, some full of hope for tomorrow, others at a loss. But they all know their own destination: to become a cog in the machine of this city while enjoying the pleasures of life in their spare time.

The hardworking snowplows are working hard to clear the snow from the roads, providing better roads for pedestrians and traffic. However, passing cars will splash the snow back onto the road, creating a cycle that continues until the snow melts into water and disappears.

"Just like the life of a tactical doll," Mondragon thought to himself.

"How beautiful, Commander. Although all that remains in our eyes is white, those pixelated colors have never disappeared, just like this city. People will always walk on this 'Promised Land' until they die, but they came into this world with a radiant glow..."

For some reason, Barrett was reminded of his past and couldn't help but sigh.