“ i don't give a shit if we're safe now. don't put me in harm's way like that ever again. i'm going back and i'm doing my job, keeping my head down, and staying out of your way. ”
he stuffs his hands into his pockets, realizes he's
about to leave his vest behind where he'd stowed it, and reaches to tug it back on. he zips it up to his chin and storms off, heading back toward .. he doesn't remember how to get back on his own.
he stops, shoulders tensing. with his
snapped my last cigarette in half because it fell under my boot as i was stepping outside to smoke it. i hope i die.













