OS prompt As Darkness Falls
Ace McShane is as tough as nails. Nothing fazes her. Rather fond of silence and one or two word answers when she’s in one of her moods and yet, she never leaves a man behind. That’s why we get all the tough jobs.
Men are proud to serve under McShane, even though she works us all to the bone and holds high expectations of us. Nine times out of ten we pull through where others fail. She never talks about herself, and only socialises with the rest of us when we lose a friend. She can drink us all under the table and still be right as rain in the morrow.
She hates losing, but she hates losing a friend more. I think she’s lost more than her fair share over time. She tries not to get close to us just in case but it never works. As much as she tries to hide it, I think it hits her more than the rest of us but she hates our pity.
Sometimes I think she’s lost someone she cared greatly about. That they hurt her somehow. I tried to ask her one day, she told me to ‘shut up and mind my own cruckking business O’Connell.’ I haven’t tried since.
She’s always withdrawn soon before a mission, and we’ve all learnt better than to approach her before she approaches us, we much prefer her to take her anger out on the enemy as opposed to us and a bit of reflection - a chance to think on everything and nothing - does me at least the world of good.
“All right boys and girls,” it’s funny how she addresses us like that, many of us are older than her but a better fighter I haven’t seen. “This one’s a hard one, the Fleet’s hope rests on our success here. But that doesn’t matter, we’ve had harder missions before. Perry, Smith, Thompson and Wallace, you already know what to do so get to it. The rest of you stay with me.
“Now, as darkness falls…”
Muse: Ace McShane
Word Count: 342
Men are proud to serve under McShane, even though she works us all to the bone and holds high expectations of us. Nine times out of ten we pull through where others fail. She never talks about herself, and only socialises with the rest of us when we lose a friend. She can drink us all under the table and still be right as rain in the morrow.
She hates losing, but she hates losing a friend more. I think she’s lost more than her fair share over time. She tries not to get close to us just in case but it never works. As much as she tries to hide it, I think it hits her more than the rest of us but she hates our pity.
Sometimes I think she’s lost someone she cared greatly about. That they hurt her somehow. I tried to ask her one day, she told me to ‘shut up and mind my own cruckking business O’Connell.’ I haven’t tried since.
She’s always withdrawn soon before a mission, and we’ve all learnt better than to approach her before she approaches us, we much prefer her to take her anger out on the enemy as opposed to us and a bit of reflection - a chance to think on everything and nothing - does me at least the world of good.
“All right boys and girls,” it’s funny how she addresses us like that, many of us are older than her but a better fighter I haven’t seen. “This one’s a hard one, the Fleet’s hope rests on our success here. But that doesn’t matter, we’ve had harder missions before. Perry, Smith, Thompson and Wallace, you already know what to do so get to it. The rest of you stay with me.
“Now, as darkness falls…”
Muse: Ace McShane
Word Count: 342