+ henrik.
MAY 18. 1.5 MILES OUTSIDE IDAHO FALLS. @henriklarsen
Outside the walls, Teddy feels light enough to breathe again. There’s no denying the odd comfort of being somewhere where at least he knows what dangers lurk. No stranger to quarantine zones and their typical patrol system, Teddy tries to keep his head down, follow orders, avoid drawing suspicion now that his little family is finally reunited. In the few weeks since he and Felix arrived, he’s kept a close eye on the soldiers he’s paired to work with, trying to sniff out who might be whispering in Alexei’s ear. He’s liable to trust a fellow outsider more than anyone who’s got a real life inside the walls.
A certain understanding seems to develop between these two newcomer soldiers as they scan the perimeter — they’re here to do their job, then get the fuck out. Though today, a new assignment on their rounds brings he and Henrik to what must be an old training area, the faded paint of the crumbling, wooden targets nearly gone, only just visible against the trees some distance away. Squinting to confirm what he suspects, Teddy hesitates before calling to his patrol partner behind him. “Hey,” he says, turning to face Henrik. “Do those look like targets to you?”
Considering he hasn’t gotten a chance to use his bow since recruitment, a small part of Teddy itches to let some arrows fly. His fingers already reach for the bow slung on his back, overeager despite what the repercussions of slacking off on the job might be— though Henrik doesn’t exactly seem like the type to snitch. He nods towards the bow slung on the other man’s back and asks, “are you up for a little friendly competition?”
