100 Word Drabbles

by TakenHawkeye

A compilation of all my drabbles, with more to come, done in a multi-chaptered format for space purposes. A wide variation of genres, subjects, and characters. Will review all who review me. New: Eleven

5. Stoic

"Stoic." Trapper repeats, watching the snow soften before his feet.

Hawkeye falters. "I just -- stoic?"

Trapper glances up. "I can't feel anything, Hawk. Not pain, booze, blood, or even --" He looks away. "I can't even feel the sex anymore."

"The war --"

"I don't think it will ever end."

Hawkeye can't meet Trapper's gaze, can't bear to look at the void chasms that were once his eyes, into the soul beneath. "It will."

The snow is gone, melted away, water in it's place. Trapper sadly shakes his head and begins to walk away.

"No, it won't." Not really.