Let GoThey tell me it's up to me to end this.
Maybe they don't say it outright, but I can tell by the way they keep looking at me as they pass me by. 'It's your responsibility', their eyes keep telling me, 'and if you don't end it it ain't never gonna end.'
How dare they. How dare they put this all on my shoulders, not just my team, but his team as well.
But it's up to me to end it, says popular opinion. They tell me these kind of things and they wonder why I go through Scrumpy like water. If they had this kind of pressure on them, I'd like to see any of those lads stay sober.
It's got to end somehow, though. He can't win this fight. There's no way. As strong as he is, as ironheaded, as fierce, and as brave... he can't win. The best he can do is this cruel stalemate, where nobody's gaining any ground, there ain't no end, just more suffering. But he won't stop. Not 'till someone he'll listen to tells him to, which I suppose would be me.
Funny how that works out, isn't it. We fought like mad,
Demo and Soldier: Fifty Themes#01 - WalkingDemo and Soldier: Fifty Themes4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They strode to their respective battle lines like men walking to a Death Row execution, each wondering in the backs of their minds how, after all they'd done together, they had gotten to this point.
#02 - Waltz
"Christ, I don't even know how you talk me into these things... the least you could do is stop stepping on my goddamn feet."
#03 - Wishes
After Jane explained what he had meant by what he'd uttered as the shooting star had streaked across the sky, Tavish slung an arm warmly, if not a bit drunkenly, over his best friend's shoulders and said that Jane was a real soldier's far as HE was concerned.
#04 - Wonder
"Ach, lad, if the only things you believe in are what ye can see with your own eyes, I feel sorry for ye."
#05 - Worry
Looking around the tiny, dark, windowless apartment, Tavish made sure that Jane knew that he could stay at his mansion anytime he wanted.
#06 - Whimsy
The Demoman's expression and laughing tone were both incredulous as he asked Jane to repeat th
TF2 - Professionalism Chpt 1"My mission is before me, my enemy is around me, my mission is death, my mission is met."TF2 - Professionalism Chpt 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Bailey wasn't entirely sure where he had heard the old Sniper mantra, but it had served him well up to this point. He was tired and aching, his shoulders cramped, and the whole roost definitely needed a cleaning. Not that the place stunk he was fastidious about making sure the place was as difficult to detect by scent as it was by anything else but he did not like a messy work area.
Lonely, too, he noted, frowning as he gazed quietly through the scope of his rifle. His younger brother had been training with him up in this perch for weeks before leaving to move on to the intelligence point. Not that he minded. Flynn was a fantastic Sniper, better than he was, and he was happy to see him moving up in the world. Sniping wasn't a group profession anyway. It was one man against the world, and that was the way he
Every Planet We Reach Is Dead"I'm sorry."Every Planet We Reach Is Dead4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He whispers it. He very seldom whispers. I don't know if anyone but me has ever heard him speak in such a quiet manner. But it's understandable. He's exhausted.
I hold him close to me. Under the bandaging, my chest hurts. I don't need stitches but I would've if the wound went much deeper. It probably wouldn't hurt, though but I don't want to. I'd have to answer questions then, and people wouldn't understand. They'd try to take him away.
It'd be easier if I could just holler for Medic. He'd fix it with no comment but rolled eyes. But Medic's home in Germany. The war's been long over.
I slide the helmet off Jane's head. He lets me do this. It's a good sign that he's truly calmed down.
He looks up at me, apologetic, worn out. His eyes he could always knock me out with those eyes. Like the brightest, bluest sky on the most perfect Fourth of July you ever imagined.
"Tav I hurt you again, didn't I? Goddamnit GodDAMNIT "
"Shhh. It's it's
Pet Snipers: An Owner's GuidePet Snipers: An Owner's Guide5 years ago in Humor More Like This
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Helmet Love - SoldierXEngieEngineer was a thinker. He would sometimes stare into space, thinking about what he would do if he wasn't fighting in the "REDs vs BLUs" war. Maybe he would just fix radios? Maybe he would be fixing cars, or building machinery for everyday use? He couldn't decide on what he would want to do.Helmet Love - SoldierXEngie5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He thought to himself a little more, and he didn't notice when Soldier stepped menacingly in front of him and eyed him. When Engineer didn't look up at him or respond, Soldier crossed his arms and cleared his throat. Engineer snapped out of his daydream and looked up at Soldier.
"Oh, sorry Soldier." Engineer apologized, unrolling some blueprints. "I was having a little daydream."
Soldier raised an eyebrow. "Well, save the daydreaming for later and get back to the building!" He demanded. "Or I'll save the BLUs the trouble of giving you the beat-down and I'll do it instead!"
Engineer gave a little salute. "Roger that!" He looked at his blueprints and started putting metal together to build a Sentry.
2Fort Bulletin BoardNOTICE:2Fort Bulletin Board4 years ago in Humor More Like This
No, I will not divulge the Pyro's gender. Stop asking me.
My spare pants. Does anyone know where I left the things? I haven't seen them for two days.
WHO KEEPS STEALING MY LUNCH?:
WHICH ONE OF YOU SORRY SACKS OF LADY'S PURSES IS STEALING MY FOOD? IT IS CLEARLY MY FOOD. IT HAS "SOLDIER'S FOOD" WRITTEN ON IT IN VERY LARGE LETTERS. ARE YOU ALL ILLITERATE? BECAUSE THAT WOULD NOT SURPRISE ME. WHEN I FIND THE ONE WHO IS STEALING MY FOOD, I WILL KILL HIM AND EAT A PORTION OF HIS BODY COMMENSURATE WITH THE FOOD THAT HAS BEEN STOLEN. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
Demoman's spare pants. They were on the TV areal.What in the hell were you drinking to make you think it was a good idea to throw your pants on the TV areal, and can I have some?
I have not told Heavy the Pyro's gender. Stop asking him.
Who wants to go see "Them" with me on Friday?
I do not keep sodium pentothal in the infirmary, and if I
TF2 - Professionalism Chpt 2Three days. To be honest, Laurent was surprised he'd managed to stay sane through it, staring mournfully at the ceiling of the camper van. The place wasn't nearly as much of a dump as he'd imagined it to be on his first time seeing it, with the interior being surprisingly neat and tidy. Part of him mused that perhaps Bailey was just a smidge OCD, always making sure nothing was out of place. For the whole of today so far, however, his only company had been Sydney. The blue cattle dog was moping about distractedly, laying on the young Spy's legs with a look of great displeasure. He still wasn't quite sure what to make of the dog, but at least it was better than staying down here alone while gunfire and explosions reigned outside.TF2 - Professionalism Chpt 24 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He wondered if any of his team even noticed he was missing. It hadn't been long since the Spy before him had gotten killed, further proof that angering a Medic was a terrible idea, but