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body4thepile

*          on qu ....... ummmmm amused or curious
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-ccptdonno

// oouu can I like . drop things randomly sometimes maybe<:
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-ccptdonno

// PLEASE !! um anything you're in the mood for:>
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demodarlings

okay,   no need to be gruff.   it was a teeny explosion.

demodarlings

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lucille simply shakes her head and tilts it back with a groan as the shrapnel is removed from the injury.   he worries too much,   but for good reason.   she can't necessarily blame him,   and she wouldn't.   it's nice to have a leader who actually gives a shit about his men,   and women.   but she's still going to try and brush it off as minor.   it was just who she was.
            
            she watches as the gauze is wrapped around her leg,   and she sighs.   crimson already leaks through,   but it's not the worst thing in the world.   the worst thing would have been getting the leg blown clean off.   and she kind of needed that leg.
            
            "  hey,   not to be rude,   but enough.   no one can predict when something's dodgy.   it looked normal,   and that's what they were hoping for.   i'll be fine,   and you know it.  "
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Bravo6d

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⌖     F⃨R⃨O⃨M⃨,   CAPTAIN
            PRICE   […]    R⃨E⃨F⃨E⃨R⃨R⃨E⃨D⃨
            T⃨O⃨,    MOUSE  /   RUSSO.
            
            G⃨R⃨E⃨A⃨T⃨E⃨R⃨ G⃨O⃨O⃨D⃨  ⨟⠀ l⃨e⃨s⃨s⃨e⃨r⃨ e⃨v⃨i⃨l⃨.               
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            ˡⁱⁿᵉ ¹   ᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ   ⟬   J⃨O⃨H⃨N⃨ S⃨E⃨N⃨D⃨S⃨ A⃨ sharp glare to Lucille.    ⟭      It feels directed,  sure.  But his anger at her is minuscule compared to his anger with himself.  An injury on the field would always be his burden,  his responsibility.  How could he take anything lightly ﹖ They’re stuck in an abandoned shed now,  somewhere in the vast woods.   Mouses’ injury only allows her to move so far.
            
                              ˡⁱⁿᵉ ²   ᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ    Blood glints under the sunlight,  Lucielle’s gash continues to spill from her calf.  Despite the less than ideal conditions,  John makes do.  The Captain is set on removing the shrapnel from her leg.  There’s a warning, just for the pain.  Then,  he removes ‘n pulls in a fluid motion.  John already squeezes  ⅋  applies pressure with one hand while the other one cleans and disinfects.  Gauze is then applied. 
            
                      ═ㅤ═   ˢᵖᵉᵉᶜʰ     &      ᶜᵒᵐᵐˢ  「   ID:  J⃨OHN,    P⃨RICE     」ᶜ‧ᵖ      ❛❛   Teeny,   tiny.   Yet,   hindered   yer    movement.   @demodarlings.   Sure,   my   thoughts  exactly.     […]     I   never   should’ve   left  have.  Fuck,    I   knew    somethin’   was   off   about    that   one  Mouse.    The    bugger  was   fucked ═ㅤ═  I   could’ve   prevented   this.  ❜❜
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-ccptdonno

 " I brought you some coffee . black , like you like it . Freak . "       * Grace jests , putting a thermos of coffee on his desk . she takes a sip of her own , her usual mix of two creams , just one sugar . she leans back , across from the desk and her eyes dart around the slight mess of paperwork around him . *

-ccptdonno

@Bravo6d 》  
            
                * Grace  tucks  her  own  thermos  against  her  chest  ,  her  other  hand  on  her  hip  .  Her  weight  shifts  from  one  leg  to  the  other  as she  observes  ,  as  she  often  does  .  Most  of  the  time  ,  she  would  make  a  comment  ,  a  tease  about  how  he  '  s  drowning  in  paperwork  yet  again  .  Grace  would  often  think  he  needed  -  no ,  deserved  a  break  ,  knowing  exactly  how  he  felt  .  Going  over  several  reports  of  the  same  incident  ,  countless  signatures  came  with  sleepless  nights  more  often  than  not  .  *
            
                "  At  least  you  take  your  tea  with  a  / little /  bit  of  cream . . sometimes  . Old  man  .  "   
            
               *  Despite  being  just  a  little  older  than  the  other  Captain  ,  she  often  called  him  by  the  endearing  nickname  everyone  else  had  for  him  .  *
            
               "  Always  thinking  of  you  .  But  ,  hey  .  Look  at  the  bright  side  -  at  least  you  can  be  up  doing  paperwork  and  not  feel  like  you  '  re  going  to  pass  out .  "
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Bravo6d

⌖     F⃨R⃨O⃨M⃨,   CAPTAIN
            PRICE   […]    R⃨E⃨F⃨E⃨R⃨R⃨E⃨D⃨
            T⃨O⃨, CAPTAIN DONNO.
            
            G⃨R⃨E⃨A⃨T⃨E⃨R⃨ G⃨O⃨O⃨D⃨  ⨟⠀ l⃨e⃨s⃨s⃨e⃨r⃨ e⃨v⃨i⃨l⃨.               
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            ˡⁱⁿᵉ ¹   ᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ   ⟬   J⃨O⃨H⃨N⃨ S⃨E⃨N⃨D⃨S⃨ A⃨ quick,  fleeting glance at @-ccptdonno.    ⟭      A hushed  〞t⃨h⃨a⃨n⃨k⃨ y⃨o⃨u⃨.  〞Calloused pads remove the readers that sit on the bridge of his nose,  scrunching up in discomfort.   After a few soft inhales,  ⅋  a few scratches at his nose.  John replies,  gazing up at Grace with a bashful smile. 
            
                              ˡⁱⁿᵉ ²   ᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ    The coffee was necessary at this point,  John’s eyes were reddened over the countless times he’s evaluated this document.  ⅋  He was obviously exhausted from the workload hauled at him.  The fatal flaw was,  John never allowed anytime for himself.  How could he   ﹖  ﹖    COFFEE WOULD BE THE ONLY LUXURY HE’D INDULGE IN.
            
                      ═ㅤ═   ˢᵖᵉᵉᶜʰ     &      ᶜᵒᵐᵐˢ  「   ID:  J⃨OHN,    P⃨RICE     」ᶜ‧ᵖ      ❛❛   ‘S  better   this   way.   You    judge   me   for   my   tea   too   […]     Thanks,   y’    shouldn’t  have.  Really,    I   dunno    why   you   thought   about    me.   ‘M   going    to    be   up   all ═ㅤ═  night   with  the   jitters.   Hah.  ❜❜
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Bravo6d

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body4thepile

*          on qu ....... ummmmm amused or curious
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-ccptdonno

// oouu can I like . drop things randomly sometimes maybe<:
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-ccptdonno

// PLEASE !! um anything you're in the mood for:>
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LEADERBORN

YOU’RE  SAYING  THAT .  .  .    [ a slight look of horror, one that the commander rarely showed. nothing had exactly prepared her for this, fifteen years of military work and an extra ten of wartime ( give or take ) hadn’t exactly prepared her to be a mother.  the captain was the first person ( and perhaps the only person ) she felt she could ask so many questions about . . . this. alex wasn’t exactly in any position to go back home to his parents and ask, she samara was . . .   farah didn’t have anyone closer than price to ask ]    MY  MAMA  DID  ALL  OF  THAT ?   TWICE ?

LEADERBORN

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SHE  DID  THAT .  .  .    ALL  OF  THAT  TO  JUST — -   
            
            [ to die, is how she was to finish that sentence, if not for the quiet sob that broke up her words. initially, she was happy, excited even, for the next stage of her life. it felt like she could make amends with herself, finally. farah was never one to stop thinking. her mind raced faster than she could chase after, optimism soon dwindling into fear. ] 
            
            [  if farah was to be critiqued on anything, it would be how she didn’t stop. a double edged sword. she overthought things after they happened, and this moment was no different. mug clutched in her hands, phone resting on the table — -   it was late, too late for anyone to be around to hear. even alex had fallen asleep by now; the captain’s voice was the only companion she had. ] 
            
            I  CAN’T  DO  THIS ,   JOHN .  .  .   FUCK — -   I’M  SCARED  TO  DO  THIS .    I  AM  NOT  BORN  TO  BE  A  MOTHER ,   I  WAS  BORN  TO  FIGHT  OR  DIE  TRYING .    NOT  THIS .
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Bravo6d

⌖     F⃨R⃨O⃨M⃨,   CAPTAIN
            PRICE   […]    R⃨E⃨F⃨E⃨R⃨R⃨E⃨D⃨
            T⃨O⃨, COMMANDER KARIM.
            
             G⃨R⃨E⃨A⃨T⃨E⃨R⃨ G⃨O⃨O⃨D⃨   ⨟⠀ l⃨e⃨s⃨s⃨e⃨r⃨ e⃨v⃨i⃨l⃨.               
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            ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗˢ        ⟬   F⃨R⃨O⃨M⃨ T⃨H⃨E⃨ L⃨I⃨N⃨E⃨,    the sound of Farah’s hoarse voice hardly registers through the phone.     ⟭      ˡⁱⁿᵉ ¹   ᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ    John glances at the clock that reflects the time on his desk.   Turquoise hues eventually lock onto the framed photograph.  Engraved with the initials of his children    ⅋    ex wife.  He clears his throat, muttering gentle affirmations to Farah.  There’s a soft exhale on the line,  followed by a shaky inhale. A sniffle follows after.  
            
                              ˡⁱⁿᵉ ²   ᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ    @LEADERBORN  i⃨s⃨ c⃨r⃨y⃨i⃨n⃨g⃨, ⅋    John knows this very well.   He’s seen it time    ⅋    time again.  Farah was formidable,  a warrior even.  Much stronger than John could ever be,  yet,  she fails to let go.     ⅋    the world decides to be cruel,  humbling the woman,  to remind her that she’s only human.  Maybe she really needed this.  Maybe,  but who was John Price to say anything on motherhood    ﹖  ﹖     HE WAS NOTHING BUT A MAN,   OF COURSE.   
            
                      ═ㅤ═   ˢᵖᵉᵉᶜʰ     &      ᶜᵒᵐᵐˢ  「   ID:  J⃨OHN,    P⃨RICE     」ᶜ‧ᵖ      ❛❛   She  did,     ⅋       Farah,   she    raised    you   two   well    […]     You’re  strong,   a  leader.   A  friend,    a   mother.   You’re   compassionate       ⅋       most    determined,   stubborn   bloke   I   know.   But,   motherhood    is    anything    but   easy═ㅤ═   I’ve   witnessed   it.   I   can’t   say   it’ll   be  easy,   or   you’ll    be   amazing.   Because,  you   can  try.   Get   all   the   compliments  in  the   world,   or   reassurance.    But   It’s   never   enough.    B⃨U⃨T⃨ I⃨’⃨M⃨ H⃨E⃨R⃨E⃨, I⃨’⃨L⃨L⃨ D⃨O⃨ E⃨V⃨E⃨R⃨Y⃨T⃨H⃨I⃨N⃨G⃨ I⃨ C⃨A⃨N⃨ T⃨O⃨ H⃨E⃨L⃨P⃨.     ❜❜
            
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