Jun 27, 2015
elpxma
“Give me the gun. Now.”
“Si.” Because now, his hands were shaking. Now, he didn’t have to protect himself. Now, /Cougar/ was there. He held out his hand. “Jensen.”
“Cougs.” Jensen didn’t quite see Cougar. He could hear him, well enough, would recognize that timber of air and breath that expelled from Cougar’s chest on even the most simple of sighs, but all he could see was red in the form of blood splattered against himself and the surrounding walls. It’d been do or die, and Jensen was very, very good at his job, but he still saw how easily his team had been captured--everything after that was a blur. “I can’t.”