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,
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
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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
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