Author's Note: Okay, this is basically me rewriting "never shall I fail my
comrades." I had reread it and decided I could do so much better and
improve it a lot, this time I'm writing from Ellie's view, it will more-or-
less follow the original storyline but like I said hopefully it will be a
lot better. Please read and review!
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I wouldn't know where to start when it comes to me and Twombly, I think it was Captain Steele who said "You're a fine pair of soldiers but when we're in a combat situation you two would be there pulling faces at each other." I can't remember when I realized that this guy was my soul mate and my best friend, there was never a moment it just always was.
And I'm lying here now, the hot sun on my face, eyes closed to the world with him lying next to me. Every so often I can hear a rustle as he turns the page of the book he's reading, it's surprising how quiet it is up here, looking down at the dusty airstrip from a Conex container. Even hiding behind my eyelids I know the scene, the uniforms moving, the jeeps and black hawks, the two huge hangers and barely standing building, this has, after all, been my home for the last six weeks and much as I try to imagine I'm on holiday I cant get away from the fact that I'm bang in the middle of a war between two clans wanting power and control, trying to bring peace and order back.
When I was younger I used to pretend I was a bird, flying above the world and whoever saw me was filled with joy. Now though, I know it's not that simple.
I yawn and stretch before rolling onto my stomach, Twombly smiles "Morning cupcake." I groan even though I don't object to his teasing, I bury my head in my arm "I want to sleep in a proper bed." My voice is muffled but he still manages to hear it, I think he's smiling as he lets out a chuckle of laughter and pats my head "One day." Yeah, one day, I move my head so I can see him with one eye, there is something about his face that makes me feel relaxed and.. contented. But now I can catch the smell of burnt meat, which usually means one of the Delta guys has brought something back worth barbequing, and I'm hungry and I'd really like to eat my meat before it turns into charcoal.
I pull myself up into a kneeling position, "I'm going to grab some food. Ya'coming?" I hold my head on one side; he folds down the corner of the page and closes the book. "I guess."
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I wouldn't know where to start when it comes to me and Twombly, I think it was Captain Steele who said "You're a fine pair of soldiers but when we're in a combat situation you two would be there pulling faces at each other." I can't remember when I realized that this guy was my soul mate and my best friend, there was never a moment it just always was.
And I'm lying here now, the hot sun on my face, eyes closed to the world with him lying next to me. Every so often I can hear a rustle as he turns the page of the book he's reading, it's surprising how quiet it is up here, looking down at the dusty airstrip from a Conex container. Even hiding behind my eyelids I know the scene, the uniforms moving, the jeeps and black hawks, the two huge hangers and barely standing building, this has, after all, been my home for the last six weeks and much as I try to imagine I'm on holiday I cant get away from the fact that I'm bang in the middle of a war between two clans wanting power and control, trying to bring peace and order back.
When I was younger I used to pretend I was a bird, flying above the world and whoever saw me was filled with joy. Now though, I know it's not that simple.
I yawn and stretch before rolling onto my stomach, Twombly smiles "Morning cupcake." I groan even though I don't object to his teasing, I bury my head in my arm "I want to sleep in a proper bed." My voice is muffled but he still manages to hear it, I think he's smiling as he lets out a chuckle of laughter and pats my head "One day." Yeah, one day, I move my head so I can see him with one eye, there is something about his face that makes me feel relaxed and.. contented. But now I can catch the smell of burnt meat, which usually means one of the Delta guys has brought something back worth barbequing, and I'm hungry and I'd really like to eat my meat before it turns into charcoal.
I pull myself up into a kneeling position, "I'm going to grab some food. Ya'coming?" I hold my head on one side; he folds down the corner of the page and closes the book. "I guess."