Rob Laird

[Follows THIS]

For as long as he could remember, Rob had been a light sleeper. A lot of it was probably born of being a soldier, but it never took much to wake him up. It had been a pain in the ass when he had been recuperating from the whole getting blown up thing. He had been a cranky bastard more often than not both from pain and lack of sleep, but again, he had been infinitely lucky to have Leila by his side putting up with it and learning how to handle him at his worst as well as his best. That was what marriage was all about at the end of the day, the vows just said it in a much more fancier way.

( Tonight, it was a strange noise out in the hallway that had him woken abruptly, ears straining to listen for what it was... )


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5.16. "Your brother is in a bad hour here and the only way through this is you."
Pride and Glory

Co-written with a68whiskey

There was a light snow laying that morning from a fall the night before. It was cold, but nothing that Mike couldn't handle. He rubbed his hands together and blew on them, shaking some snow off his heavy booty as he watched the familiar-looking Army building that Rob had disappeared into a good hour ago. This was Mike's first time at Fort Hamilton, but he had basically made it impossible for Rob to refuse to let him come along for moral support. Out of respect, Mike was in uniform, even if he wasn't technically here in an official capacity like his friend was. Rob, adorned in a similar uniform but of Sergeant ranking, was here to hear of his service fate, the day finally coming for his medical specialists to meet minds with his commanding officers to decide whether he could be fit to return to service any time soon. Leila wouldn't have been allowed in this part of the brig, so Mike became a hemorrhoid and didn't take no for an answer when Rob said he was fine to come to the meeting alone. On the outside, he had seemed fine, albeit reserved. He didn't say much, though, and didn't make much eye contact either. Mike knew this meant Rob was worried and nervous inside, just trying not to make a big deal out of it. Who wouldn't be nervous or worried? Everything he had worked for and achieved could be on the chopping block, especially when Rob himself knew he still wasn't right after the trauma in Afghanistan.

( It wasn't long before Rob exited the main building and came storming across the court yard, a deep-set frown on his features. His foot falls were heavy in the snow, and seemed to be only glancing up to make sure he didn't plough into anyone... )


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3.3. "Happiness isn't what you want, it's wanting what you've got."
Garth Brooks

Co-written with a68whiskey



( Thought I better sacrifce some of my lunch break to come make sure ya' hadn't deceased on me. Lucky I ain't the squeamish sort or you'd be putting me right off my ration of... something brown and squishy. Bonus, though, actually got a mini Mars Bar today... )

Leila is doesntwaltz and referenced with and permission


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