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IT STARTS as a prickle at the back of his neck---
the feeling of being watched is an OMINOUS sensation, causing the soldier’s actions to SLOW as he scans the shelf before him. despite there being reason to be so, he wouldn’t consider himself PARANOID, instincts too well-honed for the discomforting feeling to be borne of NOTHING.
so, slowed actions come to halt altogether, and moving only his eyes does he look up--- meeting startlingly familiar gaze from across the short shop aisle.
---only to then instantly look back DOWN.
for some moments there’s no MOVEMENT, not even that of a BREATH. DISBELIEF hides within shielded gaze, expression as blank as the mask tucked into the duffel bag at his back---there’s no way...
tentatively does gaze rise again, and - again caught - he tears away a second time, aggressively grabbing the can of food from the shelf and going to pay ;
A RETREAT if ever there was one, but he’s hardly equipped to deal with faces from his past.