*he didn't feel pressured with him, he felt only familiar, this presence, he let his guard down, he trusted him, his multicolored eyes fixated on him, "That look in your eyes, Ive seen it before. You've walked a very long path." His ears honed on his words, he fell silent.*
*He felt his body press against him while unholstering his FN 309 he lifted himself a bit to gain access to him, he felt comfortable he knew this vulnerability before, "It's okay. You're safe. You don't need these tonight." His ears perked up knowing these words spoken to him.*
*A voice familiar he knew spoke to him, "I know you're hurting tonight, and you shouldn't be." His eyes fixated on someone he once loved, he removed his M4 from him laying it on the side, he even knew how to unholster his FN 309 on his hip, setting it aside in the sand.*
*His ear buds were blasting with heavy music, his multicolored blue and silver eyes looked the visible moon his eyes fixated, he slowly reached his arm, hesitated, his paw balled into a fist to his heart, his ears pinned, he then slowly reached at nothing, "I know you're there."*
*He pulled out his personal old iPod he had when he was young, he had all of his songs he tapped going through his library, his M4 close to his chest, resting, selected on SAFE, he chose a song that was pure adrenaline, heavy, and deep. He tapped to repeat the song all night.*
*Wind rippled his clothing and his multicolored, green, white striped, black elongated tail swayed with the wind, he unlatched his magazine from his M4, inserting it in his tactical pouch, as he cocked his M4, chamber showing. He grunted assuredly.*
*He was laying down in the desert sands tactically on his back, moon rays from the overcast sky pierced the vibrant colors of his fur on his body he wasn't completely hidden in the desert, calm, surrounded in his environment he held his M4 close to his chest his FN 309 holstered*