L is for Leaving
Jensen's stomach was suddenly in his shoes. Cougar was leaving. Cougar was leaving for a 'highly dangerous' special mission, an Jensen wasn't going with him. He watched as Cougar packed his equipment.
"You can't go." he insisted.
"I have to," Cougar replied.
"Well, I'm telling you you can't!" Jensen shouted, "What if you're not the only sniper on those roofs? What if someone has you in their cross-hairs, and you don't even realize it? Highly dangerous, Cougar. Highly! That means... that means you might not come back."
Cougar stopped packing. He straightened up and turned to face Jensen, the expression on his face severe. Jensen was scared until Cougar's heavy hands were on his shoulders, then his neck, then the sides of his face.
"Jake Jensen, I am not going to die on this mission. I would sooner eat my hat." Cougar insisted.
Jensen's anxiety washed away. It always did when Cougar looked at him like that. Cougar leaned closer. Jensen thought he was going to kiss him, but he stopped and inch short and grabbed his gear, leaving. Jensen was left standing there, flabbergasted, as the door closed behind him. He ran to it and wrenched it open. "Carlos Cougar Alvarez, you son of a bitch! You'd better come back, or I will kill you myself and feed your stupid hat to a FUCKING BEAR!"
All Cougar did was raise his hand, three fingers straight and an O formed by his thumb and forefinger. "Okay."