@protectoris (x)
Dammit, he’d literally just gotten comfortable, and then someone had to go ruin it. It had to be Sarge. Grif opened one eye blearily, and peaked at the source of the racket.
Definitely not Sarge. In fact, Grif had never seen this old fuck before in his entire damn life.
“... Who t’fuck are you, and why’re you in my bed?” he slurred unhappily. “Look, if you’re like me and need a place to sleep until the hangover goes away, thats fine, but fucking shut up while you’re doing it.”














