[Call it battlefield fatigue or something else but after years of this constant bloody war but Gates had come to terms with his own mortality a long time ago. Now, he treated death with an irreverence that probably would have seemed strange to outsiders. But for a soldier, sometimes it was the only way to keep hold of your tenuous sanity when facing the shit they faced.
There was a very good chance they would die here. Or maybe they'd live to see another day because they had defied how many other times?
Isaac sat there in the dark with his knife-sharp smile which kicked up a few degrees when he saw Sam's hand reaching for the canteen. Their fingers brushed as he exchange the canteen with Ortez and his bared fingertips were icy in the night air. Like many people in their squad, Isaac had opted to cut his tactical gloves back so there was no chance of the material getting tangled with the trigger guard of his weapon or interfere with his range of motion in combat. That meant of course that they were exposed to the elements in weather such as this but the trade-off was worth it in his mind.] Atta boy, come join us on the Darkside.
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There was a very good chance they would die here. Or maybe they'd live to see another day because they had defied how many other times?
Isaac sat there in the dark with his knife-sharp smile which kicked up a few degrees when he saw Sam's hand reaching for the canteen. Their fingers brushed as he exchange the canteen with Ortez and his bared fingertips were icy in the night air. Like many people in their squad, Isaac had opted to cut his tactical gloves back so there was no chance of the material getting tangled with the trigger guard of his weapon or interfere with his range of motion in combat. That meant of course that they were exposed to the elements in weather such as this but the trade-off was worth it in his mind.] Atta boy, come join us on the Darkside.