Utterly Mad

don't want to start a thread for this since IDK if I'll actually pursue it.
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32 sat at the table, his left arm in a sling as he leaned back and attempted to ignore the woman nagging him from the kitchen. He looked at the window that had been covered with a set of drapes since he had been here and sighed. The elderly woman walked out of the kitchen and put a plate of food on the table in front of him, speaking in a heavy Russian accent, a bit of a rarity in this part of the world now. "Eat, you need to eat to get your strength up."
32 reached his free hand up and pulled his helmet off, then undid the straps on his gas mask. He pulled the heavy metal mask from his face and set it on the table, taking note of the woman's shocked reaction at his face. Having no nose, a thin see through layer of skin covering his eyes, a lack of lips, and a distinct lack of pigmentation in his skin often got that reaction. He began to eat as the woman went back to the kitchen.
32 ate the meal as he would any other, then put his gas mask and helmet back on. The woman's two grandsons walked in and sat down across from him and Marcus started talking. "Patrols have started to become a bit more infrequent. We might be able to move you out tonight, but it's your call."
32 looked at the two of them then back at the drapes. His voice rasped out from the mask as he said "We will move out tonight to the base Samuel manufactured for us. I will be in the back of the truck underneath a tarp. Make sure we do not draw suspicion during our trip."
The two men nodded and got up.