Bomb Disposal Elite

"Hey! Why are you fighting again!" Rick pulled Sean up, "It's finally safe!"

Sean let out a breath and closed his eyes, "I'll be driven crazy by you."

"Then fill out the transfer letter." Hawkins stood up and checked the Humvee. There was no bomb in it. He looked at Rick and said, "Drive."

Rick sat in the driver's seat and gestured to Sean to get into the car.

Hawkins was still sitting in the back seat.

Rick glanced at Sean on the side, who propped his head up and closed his eyes.

After the car drove for more than ten minutes, I met two cars that came to meet me.

"Hey—are you all right!"

"It's okay! You guys are too late!" Rick yelled at them.

Back at the camp, the first thing Sean thought of was to take a shower to wash away all the sweat and fear of the afternoon.

When he came to the row of bathrooms in the dormitory, Sean stood under the nozzle without even taking off his clothes.I turned the faucet all the way in, but no water came out.

Sean raised his head, kicked the water pipe, and walked to the shower next to him, but still not a drop of water came out.

"Oh shit!"

The curtain was lifted abruptly, and a soldier poked his head in and said, "Hey brother, the water in our row of dormitories will be cut off until tomorrow morning! Go to the other row to wash!"

Sean paused, then walked out dejectedly.

He sat at the door of the dormitory, looked at the orange sky, and smoked a cigarette.Immediately, he stood up, walked through rows of dormitories, and came to Hawkins' door.As soon as he raised his hand, the door opened.

Hawkins had already changed into a clean crew-neck shirt, "Come in."

The faint smell of mint entered Sean's nostrils.

Hawkins sat back on his bed, crossed his legs and leaned against the bed.

"I'm here because I have something to say."

Hawkins pointed to the chair by the desk with his chin, but Sean didn't go to sit, but just stood there: "It's a senseless risk for you to do that today."

"It's 'meaningless' to you, but to me, it's enough to achieve the goal."

With that tone and indifferent attitude, Sean found that he would never be able to communicate with Hawkins.

He turned and walked towards the door, and paused, "There was once a technical soldier who charged at a teenager holding a mobile phone with a gun in his hand. He successfully hit the mobile phone, and at the same time, the lurking insurgents also successfully shot through it." His neck. Before he died, he saw his comrades rushing over, pinching his bleeding carotid artery and hoping that he would live."

Sean could feel Hawkins looking at him.

"Haukins, I once said that I hope I can be your back. So I also hope you remember that I am your back." The moment he pushed the door out, the other party stopped him.

"Sean."

"En." Sean stopped there.

"You're dirty."

"What?" Sean frowned and turned around.

Hawkins got up, took him by the hand to the public bathroom, pushed him in and closed the shower curtain, "wash yourself!"

Sean looked blankly at the small bathroom and the shower head. What kind of nerves did Hawkins have?

"Bring the key to your dormitory."

"Huh?" Sean lifted the shower curtain and saw Hawkins leaning against the sink behind him.

"You want to shower before going out in dirty clothes?"

Sean took out the key from the pocket of the camouflage uniform, and Hawkins took the key and turned and walked out.

At that moment, Sean realized what was happening and laughed.

In his eyes, this is Howkins's way of apologizing.

Turning on the faucet, the water rushed down from the top of his head, and Xiao En suddenly felt refreshed.

Anyway, they made it through another day.

A few minutes later, the corner of the shower curtain was pulled back, and the shampoo and body wash were handed in. It was Hawkins' hand.

"Thanks."

It has the same taste as Hawkins, refreshing and concise of mint.

After drying himself, Sean stretched out his arms and called out, "Can you give me the clothes?"

The bathroom was very quiet, only the sound of a few soldiers yelling and going out could be heard outside.A few seconds later, Hawkins handed in the T-shirt, trousers and underwear.

Sean put it on neatly and pulled the curtain aside. Just as he was about to say thank you, Hawkins had already walked out.

Sean was already mentally prepared for his indifference, he shrugged his shoulders, he was a little hungry, so let's find something to eat.

Hawkins walked quickly back to his room, bumping into Scar on the way. The other party wanted to tell him to be polite, but he quickly opened the door and walked in.

The room was dark, and Hawkins leaned against the door, panting lightly.

He closed his eyes and unbuttoned his pants, where a tall tent had already been erected.He caressed vigorously with both hands, breathing heavily, until the desire to swell to the limit rushed out, he suddenly opened his eyes, and cursed in a low voice, "Fuck!"

The EOD tasks in the next few days were quite smooth, and Hawkins, who liked direct contact with the bomb, chose to detonate it with a robot.

This reassured Sean and Rick a lot.

Occasionally in the rearview mirror, Sean could see Hawkins' face.The other party's expression remained the same, but there was something different.

After getting out of the car, Rick bumped into Sean's shoulder and said, "If we can keep going like this, maybe we can live until the end of our rotation."

Sean glanced at Hawkins, who was walking towards the dormitory, as if he had been loosened by the tension all the time, and he couldn't adapt, "Crazy Hawkins is not crazy, thank God."

Finally looking forward to the rotation, today they don't have to go on missions.

Sean played with Snape and Scar while Rick watched.

"Sean! Good shot!"

"Sean - break through them! Yes! Good job!"

Hawkins was lying in the room. He slept longer than average, and bomb defuse was a mental activity, so he slept whenever he could.

Sean Sean Sean, the name kept coming into his ears through the window.

He sat up from the bed, paused for two seconds, then got up, put on his coat and went out.

When they got to the parking lot, he grabbed a bucket and a rag and started rinsing down their military vehicle.

After washing it over and over again, he opened the car door, sat in the co-pilot's seat, and began to wipe the window glass.

Suddenly thinking of something, he casually threw the rag out of the window and into the bucket.

"It's so rare, Lieutenant Howkins will also clean the car here." It was Doctor Gray's voice.

Hawkins closed his eyes and breathed slowly, "It's not been a month yet."

It meant that Dr. Gray didn't want to bother him with nothing.

"I just saw you cleaning the car for a long time, and you are very upset." Dr. Gray tapped on the car window with his slender fingers, "Why don't you have a chat, I promise I won't write it in the report or tell your father."

Howkins' mouth slowly drew a curve, and Dr. Gray knew that when he smiled, it was also the most aggressive time.

"If I say I want to fuck someone, but I haven't done it yet, what advice will Dr. Gray give me?" She turned her face and looked at Dr. Gray with half-closed eyes.

"Don't tell me you want to fuck that soldier who smiled at you."

"Yes."

"Don't tell me you want to rape him."

"If you love me, it's sex."

"And what if he doesn't want to?"

"I have no choice but to rape." Hawkins' voice was very calm, as if he was talking about something that was not a big deal.

"Do you want to go to court-martial or to undergo an internal review?" Dr. Gray lifted his glasses, unable to tell whether what Hawkins said was true or not.

"Doctor, I will masturbate thinking about him."

"That's a great way to satisfy."

"The problem is I can't get enough of myself. Every time I let go, I want to fuck him more."

Dr. Gray shrugged, "Maybe you should watch some DVDs sold at the gate of the camp. They can distract you."

Hawkins continued to talk to himself as if he didn't hear Gray's words, "At first I just wanted to see him. Then I really wanted to hug him, and then I really wanted to kiss him."

"Are you kidding me?"

"Even if I hear someone call his name and I accidentally think of his body, I will get an erection."

"Wait a minute, where did you see his body?" Hawkins wouldn't have already done something to him, right?

"He likes to play basketball."

Dr. Gray exhaled slightly, fortunately... Many people in the barracks played basketball shirtless.

"But hearing what you said, I suddenly felt that it wasn't that your desire was not satisfied, but that you fell in love with him?"

Hawkins' eyes were completely opened, and the feeling of indifference was gone.

He was frowning as if thinking about something.

Dr. Gray suddenly regretted it. Anyway, the soldier who became the object of Hawkins' imagination was a little pitiful.Hawkins is a lunatic, and not just while defusing bombs.

The atmosphere became dull, and Dr. Gray smiled, "Don't jump to conclusions, I'll give you some good photos, and see if you can adjust yourself."

Hawkins made no reply, and Dr. Gray left.

After playing basketball, Sean went back to the dormitory with his T-shirt. There was a letter between the door. Sean opened it and saw that it was from Jack.The guy said bits and pieces, and the ultimate goal was to say that his cousin David was in Iraq, too, in the armored company.

Sean shook his head. Isn't this guy writing to take care of his cousin?Sean looked at the darkening sky, and the armored company that went out on patrol should have returned. Sean went to the dormitory of the armored company and inquired about David's dormitory number, but before knocking on the door, his hands stopped in mid-air.

Through the door, heavy breathing and begging for mercy could be heard.

The bed creaked and the young man sobbed.

"Sir...I can't do it...sir..."

"Shut up! Do you want to be the vanguard!"

The rude dash made the young man cry.

It's not uncommon for such things to happen in the military camp. There are internal reviews every year because of such things, but they are still not uncommon.Sean remembered that when he first came to Baghdad as Vincent, if it wasn't for Scar, he would have been bullied by those American soldiers who had suppressed him for too long.