Comments | herr_doktor906: Neues Jahr

herr_doktor906

Neues Jahr

Jan 02, 2012 15:19

Peter, my darling ( Read more... )

ptsd, life interferes, birds

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10000_gdays January 3 2012, 08:21:01 UTC

Sniper needed a smoke. He hadn't been sleeping well for a few days now. Bad dreams. Nerves. Take your pick ( ... )

herr_doktor906 January 3 2012, 19:58:55 UTC

He froze as the Sniper's voice drifted down to him. Oh, shit. How long had he been standing there, watching him? And would he tell the Administrator about Archimedes? (He didn't think it strange at all to be more concerned about the bird than his drinking problem ( ... )

iamthescouthere January 4 2012, 00:43:16 UTC

(OOC: I don't think you can share images from your GMail account. Try uploading it to tinypic.com or something.)

10000_gdays February 25 2012, 18:35:50 UTC

"Nah. I needed a smoke," Sniper admits guiltily, dropping the half-finished cigarette to the ground, extinguishing it with a quiet stamp of a boot. "Couldn't sleep. Jus' one of those nights, I guess..." He trails off, noticing the doctor unsteadily leaning against the wall, his eyes red, though from drink or exhaustion...emotion, Sniper can't tell.

It is an uncomfortable, lingering silence. Like a ticking bomb. Medic stares back at him, eyes unfocused. Sniper's smile falters. It wasn't really his place to say anything. He was the new man on the team; for a moment he even considered taking the doc's advice and just going back to bed, but...

"Aw hell, I wasn't gonna sleep tonight anyway." He grips the Medic's shoulders gently, steering him toward the base. "C'mon, let's get inside. A bite to eat an' some good coffee'll fix us both up right."

Besides, it looks like you could use a friend.Sniper pulls the door open, concerned enough about his teammate not to mind the dove following at his heels. It flutters in with an indignant coo ( ... )

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