#cpl snake

[but-a-whisper]

ha. hey, sugar. mind patchin' up my shoulder? took a bullet to it. don't worry, the bullet's already out.

- @cpl-snake

(Whisper’s eyes narrow as he looks at Snake, the right one glowing slightly more than it was before. He shakes his head and starts to grab the needed medical supplies.)

“Sit on the table. Take your shirt off. What measures have been to take care of the wound other than the removal of the bullet?”

[a-phoenix-must-burn]

y'hear, darlin'? that they got a 141 dog in custody?

- @cpl-snake

Hm? Oh, yeah, I heard. Wonder how they managed that one.

Any clue who it is? I planned on stopping by to see anyway, but it’d be nice to know what I’m walking into.

[cmdr-graves]

mornin', commander. been a while, but i'm back. the mission went fuckin' sideways but i got it done. y'miss me while i was gone?

- @cpl-snake

'N why's this the first I'm hearin' of it? Glad you're back with good news, but I can't help ya if I don't know y'need help.

Somethin' like that. Y'bring me anything good back?

[lt-banks]

you a cowgirl? 'cause ye hawt

- @cpl-snake

Send my muse pick-up lines to see how my muse would react!

( In the thickest Birmingham UK accent known to man— )

Do I bloody look like a—Jesus fucking christ, you're tall...

[a-phoenix-must-burn]

There's a knock on Phoenix's door before it's pushed open. Snake, the absolute mountain of a man he is, stoops a bit to slip through the door, hand on his hat. He's cleaned up a bit, no longer covered in the grime and dirt he'd all but bathed in down south, but he's still got all manner of bruise and scrapes. Butterfly stitches knit cuts together on his cheek, his forearms, his knuckles are bruised and dark.

"Evenin', sweetheart," Snake drawls as he saddles into Phoenix's office. "'M I interruptin' anythin'?"

- @cpl-snake

Phoenix has his legs kicked up onto the desk, crossed over each other while his black combat boots shine under the light in his office. His work laptop sits in his lap, open to some document that Phoenix is working on.

The second that the door opens, though, Phoenix’s head snaps to it, his mouth forming over the words to yell at the person to knock. When he sees Snake, though, Phoenix’s shoulders drop and he closes his laptop. “Nothing important,” he responds simply.

He kicks his feet off the desk and stands, moving around his desk and immediately grabbing one of Snake’s arms to inspect the work done by the medics. No words needed. Snake should know what to expect from him by now anytime Snake got hurt.

“Not horrible,” he mutters to himself, tracing one of the bandages. “How bad to they hurt?” Phoenix isn’t stupid enough to assume that they feel just fine. No, they must hurt and Phoenix wants to know how much so he can fix it.

[cmdr-graves]

mornin', sweetheart. uh... for reasons y'probably don't want to know, saw's gonna need a new door...

- @cpl-snake

Mornin'.

[Yawn.]

Mhmm. That his doin' - or yours?

[a-phoenix-must-burn]

hey, sweetheart, d'you know if the commander is in? jus' got back from a fuckin' disaster of a mission down in mexico. been a while since i've been back. did ya miss me?

- @cpl-snake

Hm? Oh, yeah, he’s in his office.

‘Course I missed you, cowboy. You still owe me twenty bucks from the last time you lost at poker.

‘M glad to see you’re okay.

[cmdr-graves]

graves, need'a dossier on one'a the 141 boys. garrison. y'got one i could pry from ya? i'll make it worth your while, sweetheart.

- @cpl-snake

Y'don't gotta flirt with me t'fuck with the 141. 'm, sure we do somewhere.

Why? What're ya lookin' for? Anythin' good?