three short loser's fics
Gen x3.
Three Different Bits I Can't Seem To Expand On.
One. gen
Roque didn't expect to find himself liking Jensen.
At best, he figured for toleration, because he was nothing if not a tolerating motherfucker - there had to be a reason that all his past CO's still had their heads.
But yeah - the liking.
He kind of knew he'd like Pooch, the guy was a nice, reliable and knew how to handle himself, even if he didn't make a big deal about it.
Cougar was quiet and deadly and could kill a man in a surprising number of ways. Which had been long joked (quietly, out of earshot of Roque himself) were on Roque's list of top turn ons. Plus, when he really put his mind to it Cougar was a creative bastard.
Clay, Roque had known in passing, had done the occasional op with. Aside from his alarming taste in women, he was cool, calm, collected and not afraid to get dirty of it meant the job was done right.
Then Jensen comes in. Just six months out of Selection and already has more write ups and dress downs than Roque - and Roque's file made for some pretty fucking interesting reading.
He seems too young to be in the army, let alone in SpecOps,
He's loud, both in words and clothing - if Roque never saw another bright red shirt or stupidly shaped pair of sunglasses again it'd be too soon.
He doesn't know when to shut up and generally thought everything was a source of amusement.
All of this should annoy the hell out of him - and it does - but where his knife fighting skills lack he makes up for it by being a sneaky motherfucker.
Roque appreciates someone who can lie, cheat and steal with a straight face.
Two. silliness
Jensen once stole a tank. Well, not really, because
A) Pooch was driving
&
B) They put it back, so technically it was only borrowing.
And it was the armies fault anyway.
They had been stuck in a shitty airbase for close to two weeks, under the supposition that they were on stand by for a mission that the entire team knew wouldn't be green lit.
So not only was Jensen bouncing off the walls with boredom - the rest of the team weren't far behind him - it also just happened that Jensen was in the middle of his grand plan to Impress Pooch With Awesome Stuff To Prove He's An Awesome Friend.
Plus, after he reprograms the landing lights to blink the morse for NO LANDING (STOP) ZOMBIES they take his computers away from him. So really what did they expect?
Anyway, somehow it had come up that Pooch had never driven a tank - not that he couldn't, just hadn't gotten the opportunity - and Jensen really can't be blamed for it anyway because Roque helped bluff (scare) the clerk into believing they were supposed to be there, joyriding in a tank.
So Jensen never stole a tank, because Roque and Pooch did, but mostly because he never got to shoot anything with it.
Three. D: movie!verse based on
and the way Jensen shuts down in that scene.
The asphalt digs into his knees as he kneels, he feels like he should be complaining about the rough boot to the back of his legs but his voice is gone.
It feels deeply ironic that it's ParSec pistols pointed at the back of their skulls. Jensen wonders if this is divine punishment for not doing anything back then - back when they didn't try, and didn't die - if this turn and turn about was really a big fucking neon sign from god saying You Should've Done Something.
Because at least if they'd died back then, they'dve died trying to save innocent lives, not in this macho display of revenge.
He's only vaguely aware of Pooch and Cougar, burning brightly with defiance and anger, and wishes he could muster up that sort of feeling.
Instead he feels like weak glass, slowly cracking under too much weight. Watching the cracks grow - ready to shatter at the slightest shift.
Sometimes it felt like all roads led here - kneeling, waiting to be executed - it felt right, it ending this way.
Three Different Bits I Can't Seem To Expand On.
One. gen
Roque didn't expect to find himself liking Jensen.
At best, he figured for toleration, because he was nothing if not a tolerating motherfucker - there had to be a reason that all his past CO's still had their heads.
But yeah - the liking.
He kind of knew he'd like Pooch, the guy was a nice, reliable and knew how to handle himself, even if he didn't make a big deal about it.
Cougar was quiet and deadly and could kill a man in a surprising number of ways. Which had been long joked (quietly, out of earshot of Roque himself) were on Roque's list of top turn ons. Plus, when he really put his mind to it Cougar was a creative bastard.
Clay, Roque had known in passing, had done the occasional op with. Aside from his alarming taste in women, he was cool, calm, collected and not afraid to get dirty of it meant the job was done right.
Then Jensen comes in. Just six months out of Selection and already has more write ups and dress downs than Roque - and Roque's file made for some pretty fucking interesting reading.
He seems too young to be in the army, let alone in SpecOps,
He's loud, both in words and clothing - if Roque never saw another bright red shirt or stupidly shaped pair of sunglasses again it'd be too soon.
He doesn't know when to shut up and generally thought everything was a source of amusement.
All of this should annoy the hell out of him - and it does - but where his knife fighting skills lack he makes up for it by being a sneaky motherfucker.
Roque appreciates someone who can lie, cheat and steal with a straight face.
Two. silliness
Jensen once stole a tank. Well, not really, because
A) Pooch was driving
&
B) They put it back, so technically it was only borrowing.
And it was the armies fault anyway.
They had been stuck in a shitty airbase for close to two weeks, under the supposition that they were on stand by for a mission that the entire team knew wouldn't be green lit.
So not only was Jensen bouncing off the walls with boredom - the rest of the team weren't far behind him - it also just happened that Jensen was in the middle of his grand plan to Impress Pooch With Awesome Stuff To Prove He's An Awesome Friend.
Plus, after he reprograms the landing lights to blink the morse for NO LANDING (STOP) ZOMBIES they take his computers away from him. So really what did they expect?
Anyway, somehow it had come up that Pooch had never driven a tank - not that he couldn't, just hadn't gotten the opportunity - and Jensen really can't be blamed for it anyway because Roque helped bluff (scare) the clerk into believing they were supposed to be there, joyriding in a tank.
So Jensen never stole a tank, because Roque and Pooch did, but mostly because he never got to shoot anything with it.
Three. D: movie!verse based on
and the way Jensen shuts down in that scene.
The asphalt digs into his knees as he kneels, he feels like he should be complaining about the rough boot to the back of his legs but his voice is gone.
It feels deeply ironic that it's ParSec pistols pointed at the back of their skulls. Jensen wonders if this is divine punishment for not doing anything back then - back when they didn't try, and didn't die - if this turn and turn about was really a big fucking neon sign from god saying You Should've Done Something.
Because at least if they'd died back then, they'dve died trying to save innocent lives, not in this macho display of revenge.
He's only vaguely aware of Pooch and Cougar, burning brightly with defiance and anger, and wishes he could muster up that sort of feeling.
Instead he feels like weak glass, slowly cracking under too much weight. Watching the cracks grow - ready to shatter at the slightest shift.
Sometimes it felt like all roads led here - kneeling, waiting to be executed - it felt right, it ending this way.