FIC: Charms
Title: Charms
Pairing: Brad, Ray, Nate, Trombley
Rating: PG-15
Words: 155
Disclaimer: I do not own and never will (sadly)
A/n: Just a random cracky fic. I doubt this would ever happen or ever could, but here it is xD
Cross posted to generation_kill
Charms
‘What the hell happened here?’ Fick demanded, looking at the dead Haji, whose brains were a pattern of blood and gore, decorating the dusty ground. Ray was sat on the hood of the humvee, a sheepish grin on his face.
‘Ray decided to see what happened when you put a packet of Charms in the grenade tube,’ Brad explained.
‘It was fucking awesome!’ Trombley said, eagerly. ‘His head just fucking exploded.’
‘Shut up, Trombley,’ Brad said, dryly. Fick sighed and glanced at Ray.
‘I don’t want to see you misusing the weaponry again, Corporal Person. You could have hurt someone.’
‘He did hurt someone,’ Trombley put in.
‘I meant another Marine,’ Nate snapped, glancing back at the Haji.
‘You’ve got to admit, you’re impressed,’ smiled Ray, raising his eyebrows. Fick stared at him, before walking off.
It was quiet for a moment, before Trombley gave a thoughtful smile.
‘They always said Charms were bad luck.’
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