Jack Frost, completely male and untransgendered, is in the bar ( Read more... )

Johnny, always keen to grab free food, snagged a couple of mints as he puts the baby on the floor ( Read more... )

There's a soldier and a baby in the bar, having dinner ( Read more... )

Maybe he should've expected something like this to happen. The Dragon's Tooth is a prototype, after all ( Read more... )

A dying soldier's final request to her comrades. Take care of my baby ( Read more... )

[oom: War is complicated.]Johnny enters, placing a large bag carefully on a nearby sofa, then going over to the bar for a beer and a cigarette ( Read more... )

Jack Frost stumbles into the bar, fresh from Nepal and looking like he's never ever been happier in his entire life.

All he needs is some food to bring back.

But he can stand to get a drink of fresh water, first.

Johnny is sitting by the fire, sharpening his sword. And looking rather preoccupied.

He knows his lads have a secret. And he doesn't know what it is. And he's just hoping it isn't that they're planning to do him in when he's not looking.

He wouldn't turn away company.

Remy was off in a booth in a corner, humming to himself, rolling a coin back and forth across his knuckles, the flipping edge trailing magenta vapor ( Read more... )

A tired soldier enters the bar. Thin, ragged and hungry. Johnny's eyes show that he's seen too much today, this week, this year, in the damn war ( Read more... )