Bomb Disposal Elite

Sean didn't know how much he hated his honesty and calmness at the moment.

"Have you ever had these thoughts about Rick...and other teammates?" Sean comforted in his heart, if Rick or anyone else has also become the target of Hawkins, then at least this is a normal phenomenon, Because many soldiers will have such thoughts about the people around them because of long-term depression and the fact that they only have contact with comrades-in-arms.

"No, you are the first and only one. I'm not interested in men." Hawkins slowly got up and put on his pants.Even the action of pulling the zipper is so methodical.

"Then what should I do?" Sean sat on the ground and looked up at him.

Hawkins frowned, and the words he threw had a bomb effect, "I haven't fucked you yet, what are you worried about?" Then he walked out, leaving Sean sitting there.

His head was about to explode.

What is "I haven't fucked you yet"?

After leaving the room, Hawkins kicked Louis, who was smoking on the steps, with his toe. The other party turned around and said, "Done?"

This sentence almost made Rick on the side a little bit angry, "What... what are you doing?"

"His head hurts, give him some medicine." Hawkins walked over.

Rick got up and followed behind him, "Well...how is Sean?"

Hawkins stopped, "Go and ask for leave for the battalion, our team will not be on duty tomorrow."

Louis walked into the room with a cigarette in his mouth and looked at Sean sitting naked on the ground.

"Hey, it's not too cold in Baghdad at night, but I suggest you cover yourself with something."

Sensing someone coming in, Sean subconsciously quickly pulled off the sheet to cover himself.

Louis sneered, and squatted in front of Sean, "You are so energetic, it seems that Hawkins didn't do anything? It's really boring."

"Don't mention him to me!" Thinking of Hawkins, Sean felt that everything was a nightmare.

Louis opened the cabinet, took out a bottle of medicine, and threw it in front of Sean, "Take one before going to bed, it will make your head less painful. But by the way, Hawkins isn't that bad, is it? "

Sean rolled his eyes, put on his clothes, and staggered back to the dormitory.I wanted to take a shower at first, but unfortunately I didn't have the strength all over my body, so I fell into the bed and fell asleep.Rick yelled through the door, "Sean, we won't be able to organize missions tomorrow! Take a good rest!"

Ogilvy's incident made a big fuss, and in the early morning of the next day, a car came and took him away.

It is said that his hands and feet were broken, and several ribs were broken. He was put in a cast and carried away on a stretcher.No one sympathized with him, and even if he returned to the United States, he would have to undergo internal scrutiny.

Sean, who was lying in the dormitory, was at a loss. After taking the medicine given by Dr. Louis, his headache was relieved a lot, but his eyes never closed throughout the night.

Hawkins' hot breath still seemed to rest on his skin.When the intensity of the kiss was accidentally remembered, Sean subconsciously reached out to touch his lips.

Suddenly, Sean lay on the bed and giggled.

It's so funny... this world.

First let him die in Baghdad, then let him be reborn in the Special Forces, and then he returns to Baghdad...to be taken by...by another man who is conceited, proud, indifferent...in short, terrible?

Dr. Gray's eyes were closed, his head resting on the back of his chair, and Bach was playing on the record.

His fingers clicked on the table in time with the rhythm, and there were a few faint explosions and gunshots in the distance, all submerged in the music.

Suddenly, the music stopped, the seat in front of him was pulled away, and someone sat down.

Dr. Gray didn't open his eyes. He was very dissatisfied with the other party's way of interrupting his leisure time, so he wanted to hear the other party's first talk about who ruined his leisure time.

But minutes passed, and the person across the table still seemed in no mood to speak.

In this barracks, there is only one person who can make Dr. Gray's office so cold, Hawkins.

Dr. Gray opened his eyes, and unexpectedly met Hawkins' indifferent gaze.

"What's wrong?" Dr. Gray took out his glasses from his pocket and folded his hands on the table.

It's rare that Howkins will take the initiative to come to him.

"I kissed him."

Dr. Gray paused, "Who did you kiss?"

"You know."

"He—" Dr. Gray leaned back, "how did he react?"

"It's hard for him to take it."

"Wait, Hawkins' shot should be more than just 'kissing', that poor American soldier should be unable to get up now." Dr. Gray carefully observed Hawkins' expression, and the other party just supported him with his hands Chin, head sideways, elegant but somewhat gloomy.

"He really couldn't get up, but I didn't shoot him."

"Why?" Gray knew that as a psychiatrist in the army, he should prevent any soldier from doing what he shouldn't do to his comrades, but he was only curious about Hawkins.

In Hawkins' eyes, there is no military discipline and right and wrong, only the difference between what you want to do and what you don't want to do.

Undoubtedly, he wanted to do something to that soldier, and he thought about it for more than a day or two, so what made him stop?

"He's disgusted with that kind of thing."

"Understandable," Dr. Gray shrugged his shoulders, "the story of Ogilvy has spread in the barracks, so every soldier is quite disgusted with the kind of boss who forces soldiers to...'serve', if he is directly Men are even more troublesome."

"I don't want him to hate me, but sooner or later he will be mine."

Dr. Gray touched his chin and looked towards Hawkins, "Haukins, there are many things in this world that we want, but we can never hold them in our palms."

"I'll get it." Hawkins' voice was very steady, as if what he said was not his idea but the result of something that had already happened.

"He knows what you think of him, and you will come to me and say that he doesn't accept you. What are you going to do?"

Hawkins looked at Dr. Gray, who felt chills down his spine.

"He should come to you for consultation. I want you to persuade him to stay in my team." Howkins stood up and looked down into Dr. Gray's eyes, "Otherwise I will kick you out of the US military base in Baghdad, Strap you to a tank and travel for free."

Dr. Gray watched Hawkins leave his office, and suddenly realized something, "Wait—you said to stay in your team! He's your team member!"

God!Howkins, you actually shot at your team members?

They're the ones who keep you safe while defusing bombs!

Dr. Gray quickly took out the databook and found Hawkins' team members.

Is it Rick or Sean?Rick is a technical soldier, he looks very handsome in the barracks, and he is still a college student.Howkins said that the soldier smiled at him, which made Hawkins feel like he was going to die.Rick should be pretty charming when he smiles.

Oh poor Rick.

Wait, the barrel of Dr. Gray's pen brushes across the cheek, Rick is not Hawkins' type.Hawkins needs to be tougher, more independent, more...more...

Sean's photo was covered by Rick's file, showing only half of his face.

Dr. Gray suddenly remembered that Hawkins had a feeling for a certain soldier...it was also after Sean came.

"Maybe I should correct it, not poor Rick but poor Sean Ives. God, God, how am I going to convince Sean to stay on Hawkins' team?" Dr. Gray said on his chest. Draw a sign of the cross, "May God grant me wisdom..."

He was starting to fidget, thinking about leaving the office to avoid all the counseling, but there was a knock on the door.

"I'm not here!" Gray subconsciously shouted out.

"I take it you mean to tell me you're in the office." The door opened and Sean stood there.

Dr. Gray raised his head blankly, "I'm going out right now."

"Then if I say I'm thinking about suicide, you don't have time to listen to me?" Sean smiled, but Dr. Gray stared at his lips.

"Yes... yes... you have a very... charming smile..." Gray frowned, "Why didn't I realize it earlier?"

"Well, I can't laugh anymore." Sean took out a piece of paper from his pocket and put it in front of him, "I'm thinking about whether to hand it in."

Gray restrained all expressions, tried his best to pretend to be "professional", and took the paper over to have a look, it turned out to be a job transfer application.He sighed in his heart, and pretended to be concerned and asked, "Sergeant Ives, what's the matter? Is it because the work is always on the verge of life and death, or is it because you don't get along well with the team members?"

Nonsense, of course it's a question for the group members.That bastard Hawkins was just giving him problems!

Sean took a breath, and after a pause of more than ten seconds, he said slowly, "Because of my team leader."

"Well, your team leader Hawkins is indeed a difficult person to get along with." Dr. Gray persuaded himself to continue pretending that he didn't know anything, and then he thought about the strategy in his heart, "He is very indifferent, but you are his backup Not being able to communicate with him, I can understand how you might feel lost and fear that one mistake could kill the whole group."

"About this, I'm really troubled... But it's not the part that troubles me the most." Sean pursed his lips, suddenly he didn't know how to express, "Doctor... are you sure no matter what I say to you , you won’t let the third person know?”

"Of course, this is my professional ethics." Dr. Gray looked at Sean with very serious eyes, but he said in his heart that professional ethics are shit, and he would never let Hawkins hang himself on the tank ring Visit Baghdad.

"Okay... Howkins wants to have sex with me." Sean rubbed his head, "He said he had thought about it for a long time."