timmgutterson:
“ Take ten. “
Lord knew he understood all too well that urge to just roll over, close his eyes and get a few more hours everything else be damned. But war didn’t allow for those kind of luxuries —- a good night’s sleep being on of the first commodities every soldier had to give up, whether by choice or circumstance. “ I’ll be waitin’ upstairs. “
A nod, before he scrunched up his eyes, still adjusting to the brightness of consciousness. He got himself out of the cot, and took his usual five to wash up and look acceptable. Poe donned his suit as is customary, a habit cultivated years ago, never knowing when he needed to take off on another mission. Finally, he made his way upstairs and eyed Tim from his position across the floor, immediately inquiring about the untimely cause of his disrupted sleep rest.
“What’s the situation?”
