OREO YOU BITCH THANKS FOR THE STUPID PAID ACCOUNT
The woods, a place familiar to the solider. Not anything like the forests of continents across the ocean, but Miles felt hidden amidst all the plant life, and that was a good thing. The man spent most of his public life being wary of stares, feeling every eye on him when they really weren't, and now that he had this... condition? It wasn't any better.
John had decided they should head off and talk. Obviously, his brother in arms wasn't taking this very well. Apart from the regular neuroticism, a rusty red tinge circled under his eyes, heavy with lack of sleep and paranoia. Miles paused at one spot and simply sat on the ground, holding his head between fingers made like claws, grasping at his throbbing brain.
"I can't live like this."