Things Unsaid - Why Not Me Mix

[notjustaface]

They're heading into Baghdad in ten hours and the only thing that sounds better than crawling into bed with a few beers and a big steak in his belly is having someone to crawl into the bunk with - but like everything else before going into a suicide mission it's complicated... made even more complicated with Hannibal's advice still ringing in his ears.

Figure it out. Right. If it were that easy to figure things out he wouldn't be the guy that bails every time it starts getting heavy. Well, at least every time save for the one that beat him to the punch. El Diablo... he likes that. And he likes French girls that smell like berries and kiss like cougars and when the base is quiet because everyone else has gone to bed for the night.

And he likes the guy that's still putting the finishing touches on a skid plate that's been done for hours in the empty shop.

"Bedtime, Murdock..." he calls with a soft smile as he walks across the room.

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[notthatcrazy]

The silence is the first hint that something's not right. Murdock's a chatterbox, especially around people he likes and trusts, but right now he's in no mood for a friendly talk.

"Yeah, gimme a minute here."