BVB-Fanfiction-Army

Andy paused, pulling the fingernail he had been chewing on from his lips and exhaled.  His dark hair veiled his face; he would've given anything to be anywhere else.  The balding man behind the counter sniffled again and stacked the papers, adjusted his glasses, and flipped through the documents for what seemed to Andy like the four-hundreth time, and cleared his throat. "Seems like everything's in order, Mr. Biersack," the man grumbled, seeming to trip over his own tongue.  He stamped a few of the documents and handed the stack of paper back to Andy and smiled unpleasantly.  Andy snatched the papers from the man and stomped back out to his