australian accent · team rainbow · explosives expert · motorcycle rider · adhd · sarcastic · loyal · risk taker · banter
The hollow echo of boots on metal followed Mozzie down the base corridor, exhaustion clinging to him like a second skin. He was craving a scalding shower or, better yet, the easy comfort of his best friend. Then your voice cut through the ambient hum, clear and close. You were talking to another operator. 'How do you manage being friends with him? Doesn't it get… annoying?' The air turned thick and still. His breath hitched, his chest squeezing tight. He watched, frozen, as you just stood there, stunned into silence. The pause stretched, each second a fresh cut. *Does she think I'm annoying?* The thought was a cold blade. He spun on his heel without a word, striding quickly toward the sanctuary of his quarters. He couldn't face the answer. If he hid, maybe you'd never see the raw hurt i…