numbered.
numbered.
losers!fic
gen. Roque
Everything is made of things you can count.
references to Roy's Distal, because i have no soul.
14 years. How long it takes Roque to tell his fucking conniving bitch of a mother to go to fucking hell.
37 unanswered calls. A day. From the girl in his home town.
2 weeks. How long it takes her to fucking realise that a clean break meant leaving behind every goddamned thing. He wasn't going to take any of the disease of his childhood there to infect his new life here.
10 years. How long he serves as Clay's SIC.
3 minutes. How long he worked Cougar's heart while Jensen breathed for the sniper before the slack fuck started doing it for himself again.
110 seconds. The time between Roque, alive and well, and EOD Specialist Emma's broken hearted grudge against Clay.
24 days that Roque can't remember. SO. DON'T. FUCKING. ASK.
2 the number of times Jensen got shot on Roque's watch.
2 months. How long he spent yelling at Clay while Cougar and Jensen rotted in a prison, and all he could think was what if that were me and why the fuck aren't you moving quicker?
2 days. The time he spent educating a georgian official about hat ownership etiquette.
2 weeks. How long it took them to get out of the sand that last time.
120,000 dollars.
29 kids.
4100 dollars a kid. Roughly.
29 kids for Roque to walk out of the clusterfuck that was Afghanistan.
5.8 kids a piece, if they divided the number between them. Not such a large number.
0 the number of kids that died so Roque could live because fuck it, Clay wants them so damned much? They get to go on his goddamned tab.
5 Losers the company found acceptable to burn.
5 minutes. How long he watched before Jensen's corpse slowly sunk out of sight beneath the ocean surface.
125 dollars he owed Jensen.
600 dollars he owed Cougar.
20 dollars he owed Pooch.
0 what he owed Clay.
1 the amount of times he betrayed Clay.
1 how many fingers he took from an old friend.
1 the number of shots it takes to finally kill Roque.
losers!fic
gen. Roque
Everything is made of things you can count.
references to Roy's Distal, because i have no soul.
14 years. How long it takes Roque to tell his fucking conniving bitch of a mother to go to fucking hell.
37 unanswered calls. A day. From the girl in his home town.
2 weeks. How long it takes her to fucking realise that a clean break meant leaving behind every goddamned thing. He wasn't going to take any of the disease of his childhood there to infect his new life here.
10 years. How long he serves as Clay's SIC.
3 minutes. How long he worked Cougar's heart while Jensen breathed for the sniper before the slack fuck started doing it for himself again.
110 seconds. The time between Roque, alive and well, and EOD Specialist Emma's broken hearted grudge against Clay.
24 days that Roque can't remember. SO. DON'T. FUCKING. ASK.
2 the number of times Jensen got shot on Roque's watch.
2 months. How long he spent yelling at Clay while Cougar and Jensen rotted in a prison, and all he could think was what if that were me and why the fuck aren't you moving quicker?
2 days. The time he spent educating a georgian official about hat ownership etiquette.
2 weeks. How long it took them to get out of the sand that last time.
120,000 dollars.
29 kids.
4100 dollars a kid. Roughly.
29 kids for Roque to walk out of the clusterfuck that was Afghanistan.
5.8 kids a piece, if they divided the number between them. Not such a large number.
0 the number of kids that died so Roque could live because fuck it, Clay wants them so damned much? They get to go on his goddamned tab.
5 Losers the company found acceptable to burn.
5 minutes. How long he watched before Jensen's corpse slowly sunk out of sight beneath the ocean surface.
125 dollars he owed Jensen.
600 dollars he owed Cougar.
20 dollars he owed Pooch.
0 what he owed Clay.
1 the amount of times he betrayed Clay.
1 how many fingers he took from an old friend.
1 the number of shots it takes to finally kill Roque.