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26th Feb 2012 | 3 notes

Everything had to be perfect.

The scalpels, the pristine square pieces of cloth, the rag the supplies rested on. Everything was positioned with great care. He had a list of things he had to do for Marjani, prepping and sterilizing needles and the like, but it would have to wait.

11th Feb 2012 | 1 note

“Max?”

The front door creaked open when he hadn’t responded, a pair of bloodshot eyes watching the doorway as the shadowy figure entered the dark apartment. There were two footsteps before several clinks of glasses knocking into themselves filled the silence. Seconds later the light switch was flicked up, flooding the rather small apartment with light.

8th Feb 2012 | 1 note

He hadn’t asked for any of this.

He had only been serving his country, doing what he could to keep those he loved safe from harm, and this was how he was rewarded? If God existed, he had a sick sense of humor, and if he didn’t … well, then that explained a lot. It explained a hell of a lot.