McCord nodded off to sleep slowly as the drone of the C-130 engines was soothing to listen to once adjusted to the noise. The urge was slowly driving him insane to return back to Bliss as he just wanted to be home. Vanessa wasn't the main priority enough though he wanted to see her. She was different and the relation was slowly starting to fall. It wasn't their fault, it was the Army's. They only had a few weeks together before one had to leave. Both of them were pilots, and it was their job to serve their country. Yet, Shepard sent him home for some reason, maybe because they were going to join Reaper One the best of the best. Doubt it.. Reaper One doesn't need us as our job is more dangerous than theirs... McCord thought to himself as he tried to adjust to his seat.
Forty minutes after take off, he opened his eyes for a split second to see if Silvers and McCoy were alright, and they were already asleep while Davis was reading a book. Davis wasn't one to sleep during flights. McCord smiled and drifted back off to sleep as he'd get little sleep when he'd arrive home to see Vanessa. He knew that she'd be waiting for hours at the airport for him. He silently sighed and looked up just thinking about Vanessa until he felt a dread feeling. I have two weeks home then I'm sent back to the desert for three months again... The red zone again... He looked up as he silently cursed his luck. His record wasn't looking well in the red zone. The red zone was unforgiving as his first combat mission he was seriously wounded. Everyone has their mistakes as no one is perfect. That's just humanity. McCord slowly began to accept the sleep that rolled over him pushing the thoughts that troubled him away. Hours later the plane landed as McCord opened his eyes. He looked around and saw the others waking up from their sleep. He checked his watch. It was 22:05 and they were arriving at one of the airports that is joint operated by Civilian and Military personnel. He gathered his belongings and walked off the plane once it landed. He had to catch a civilian flight over to the airport where Vanessa would be waiting, which he already had planned for. He boarded the plane after a thirty minute wait and enjoyed the fifteen minute flight. He stepped off the plane as his boots kept making a thudding sound that was impossible to ignore as many looked at him.
"Finally home..." He muttered with disappointment. Two weeks of hell. He looked down after running his hand through his hair. He didn't want to go home only for two weeks if he was forced to return. His thoughts began to run rampant until Silvers slapped him on the shoulder, "Come on Chief. Our family is waiting."
"Did I stop?"
"Looked like you were having a panic attack. Don't worry, Vanessa will be here and if she's with another guy we'll kick his ass." Silvers added a little grin afterwards.
McCord smiled in agreement and pointed for Silvers to lead the way. Silvers was a good guy to have around. A supportive kid and only twenty two, Silvers had a reputation of a brother to many. McCord was twenty six, not much older but still old enough to be looked up upon as a fatherly figure. As the two continued to walk through the airport, they stopped to get a drink and Silvers sat back with McCord and began to talk.
"So. How will you spend your two weeks?" McCord asked curiously.
"Eh. Not doing much really. Probably nothing at all, I have nothing to rely on. Might just go to the base and work on our bird." Silvers replied casually with no shame.
"Well, that case call me and I'll be over to help. I have nothing planned." McCord gulped at the drink finishing it off.
"Then Chief, we have work to do tomorrow." Silvers said with pride.
"You're coming to my place then, it's ten minutes closer to the base." McCord said as he was getting up reaching a hand to help Silvers up who accepted.
"As long as Vanessa is fine with that." Silvers spoke as he threw his empty drink away. He continued, "Come on. I want to get there quickly."
As the two continued throughout the airport, McCord picked up a newspaper and began to read aloud, "August 11th, 2016. Urban city liberated by US Rangers. And they give us no credit too." He shook his head and continued to walk with Silvers. Finally they walked into the arrivals room and scanned for Vanessa who wasn't found. McCord eyed Silvers for a second and he understood. The two continued on and grabbed the rest of their gear and walked outside. The two hitched a ride home and walked inside where they found Vanessa's clothing, and someone else's clothing. This infuriated McCord tremendously as he walked into the bedroom only to find a male figure trying to rape Vanessa. Not caring, McCord walked up to the male. Vanessa saw him and gasped not trying to ruin the male's surprise.
"Hey fucker." McCord spoke with extreme hatred.
The male turned around towards the voice only to come face to face with McCord. "Get the fuck off her before I fucking kill you..." McCord hissed. He could feel his war wariness returning giving him hatred and anger to use against the male.
