( the major fixes him with a cold deadpan stare then his thin lips curl into a predatory grin as he shakes his head. )
oh, let me... think. reminisce, if you will. you talkin' 'bout the days when that pretty boy body of yours shook like a leaf just tryin' to survive
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( Krauser lowered his head, his pale eyes locked onto Leon's face without so much as a blink. )
actually... don't bother answering. i can see it written all over your face - exactly what you've been missing, 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒆.
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i've wasted a metric fuckton of hours on you during goddamn drills and this is what I get?
so you can bitch out, go full waterworks and choke on a simple op? fucking pathetic.
focus, Kennedy. get your head out of your ass, stop flapping your gums and show me what u got.
save the breath, Kennedy.
you were always a slick talker: all gas, no brakes.
cut the crap. time to put your money where your mouth is, jarhead. draw that shank and prove you weren't just jerking off during our little pow-wows.