@codebreakcarter than he was. But for the soldier, a baby might as well have been a grenade with the pin pulled out.
He looked back at the clipboard, before handing it to her. โYouโre all good to go.โ he said, his hands in the pockets of his borrowed lab coat.
@codebreakcarter time of relative peace, and he didnโt dare taunt fate to prove him otherwise.
โYes maโam.โ he said, looking her in the eye, forcing away all traces of doubt.
He knew he wasnโt being very manly about this. Panicking. Hell, even Carter was more calm and relaxed about it โญโฏโฑ
Well, the severity of the infraction increases based on the likelihood that it should happen, ma'am.
And one is drastically more likely to happen than the other.
@PurplcFletching "Uh... an Old Fashioned with smoked star anise." Weber said, looking at his drink for a moment, before raising it to his lips and taking a sip.
He pursed his lips and nodded. Not bad.
No one tell him if Carter decides to jump out of an airplane with a parachuteโ or even worse: pull an all-nighter and forget to eat breakfast.
His stress levels can't take it.
@codebreakcarter upset by something. โThe day I donโt care about you or any human life โ is the day I become a monster. I served with you, maโam, and by God I will always be concerned for you.โ
@codebreakcarter alright.โ he said, marking the numbers on the clipboard before setting them aside. He turned around and looked at Carter with all seriousness.
โMaโam, please never complain about me making a fuss. Please complain when I donโt.โ Ricky looked away, licking his lips, as if โญโฏโฑ
// Plaque not plague. I'm an idiot ffs
Guys just ignore the plague outside of Weber's Bar. If you catch it, you might sprout broccoli from your lower eyelids.
him closely.
Behind Weber was a framed picture of a couple of soldiers of the 107th Infantry Division. Some would go off to make history. Some, like Weberโs supposed grandfather, would fade into obscurity.
bistro awning. It was also known for humorously being a cat-friendly establishment.
It was on this day that Ricky Weber, proprietor and head bartender for the day, had just opened shop, a black apron looped around his neck as he hand-dried a short glassโ his cat watching โญโฏโฑ
//I think a lot of people assume that when an OC account follows them, they want to ship with their canon character, are horribly written, self-inserts, or want to fuck.
I get that, but it's not all of us. Some of us really just want to make meaningful stories.
Lilly barton โ deaf (I use ASL!). If you're sending video clips, add captions or prepare to be ignored.
22 years old | CODA/Deaf household | archery enthusiast, tactical tinkerer, full-time dad wrangler | clint is my dad unfortunately
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