Disclaimer: Rangers? Not mine.
A/N: 10 Drabbles about a Ranger who retired. The identity of this ranger will appear in the final chapter, although if you guess before then, I'll give you a cookie.
I hate red. It reminds me of blood and fire, battles and nightmares. It reminds me of friends and teammates, the fierce joy of victory and the crushing agony of defeat.
I hate red. I won't eat strawberries or apples or drive a red car.
I hate Reds because they never leave me alone. They show up every once in a while; reading a paper at the coffee shop, in the stands as I play soccer or just walking across the street. They don't come closer because I don't acknowledge them.
I hate red, because it won't let me forget.