When he came home at night he took the eyepatch off. He never kept it off for long, only long enough to stand in front of the mirror and remind himself that he wasn't like the others he dealt with. Long enough to remind himself what a grenade and stray piece of shrapnel could do. He could have had his eye replaced a long time ago, and not by some cheap glass marble either. In all honesty, he was sure he could have had a cyberoptic implant at the drop of a hat if he wanted. He didn't. There were days when there were only two things that he knew defined him. He replaced the patch after splashing his face with water, then sat down to tear his pistol down and he smiled as he started to swab the action.
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Ahem.
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Heehehee.
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Because I love you like that.
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