Bomb Disposal Elite

"I don't know. But, he does look a lot like White."

"White? You mean my dead nephew?"

"Yes." Dr. Gray smiled helplessly, "White Hawkins means a lot to your son."

"They... do they look alike?" The lieutenant general's voice was filled with inexplicable hesitation.

"Not only does it look alike, I think the sense of security he brings to Howkins is also very similar to the feeling White gives him."

There was a sigh from the other side of the phone, "Can you tell me why... why Hewen always likes to pursue those dangerous things? Such as bombs? Like Montero James? And White who will never come back ?”

"I can't answer you, Lieutenant General. Because I'm not Haven Hawkins."

"If, if Hewen can't get that soldier, what will happen to him? Or one day, Hewen finds out that the soldier is not White in his mind..."

"He'll...I think you know that, Lieutenant General."

"Well, Gray... help him get him. Maybe I should thank God if someone can calm him down."

"I'll do my best, Lieutenant General." Gray threw the phone back on the table, touched the corner of his lips thoughtfully, and then laughed.

Sean was woken up by the sound of the alarm clock, and only then did he realize that Hawkins was lying beside him with his arms around him, fixing Sean between the wall and his arms, and Sean elbowed him: "Howkins... Howkins!"

"En?" The other party propped up his upper body and brushed his fingers over Sean's forehead, "What's wrong?"

"Are we still on duty today?" Sean tried to get up, but the space was too narrow.

"Yes." Hawkins slowly let go of him, and went down to the ground to pick up the clothes of the two.

His body was well-proportioned, his muscles were elegant and not exaggerated or cumbersome. Sean leaned against the head of the bed and lit a cigarette.He was a little unbelievable that he let this man fuck him last night.

Hawkins took out a pair of underwear from the cabinet and threw it to Sean: "It's clean."

Only then did Sean realize that the space between his legs was clean, without the sticky feeling at the end of the passion.Hawkins cleaned it up for him after he fell asleep.

Sean bent down, and the place where he was pierced was slightly swollen, but the pain was not so painful that he could not move. Maybe he should be grateful for the training of the special forces, which allowed him to experience Hawkins' inhuman "torture" Still able to act the self.

Hawkins, who was already fully dressed, came over and buttoned up Sean's buttons.

"I'm going back to get my hat."

"Okay." Hawkins kissed Sean's lips and let him go, "See you in the car."

Sean walked out of the room and touched his chest, as if the breath of Hawkins buttoning him was still lingering around his neck.

When he came to the Hummer, Jill was already sitting in it.

Sean opened the car door, and Hawkins in the back seat threw him a hot dog. Sean said thank you, and drove the car out of the garage while eating.

Jill leaned her head against the car door and looked at Sean: "Sean, I think you have a problem with Hawkins."

"What's the problem?" Sean twitched the corners of his mouth. Did Jill discover something?

"Hawkins listens to you very much." Jill sat upright, and the car drove out of the camp.

Sean laughed, "Crazy Hawkins won't listen to anyone."

At noon, downtown Baghdad was still congested.

The car was squeezed in the middle of the convoy and could not move. Jill climbed to the roof and yelled in Kurdish with a machine gun in hand: "Don't come close! Do you hear me! Don't come close!"

Sean held his hands on the steering wheel, and said with a smile: "No one wants to approach us, and there is nothing they can do in such a traffic situation."

"Yes." Hawkins responded softly.

"Hey, Hawkins... are you leaving this weekend?" Sean turned his head and asked, no matter what happened to them last night, Sean knew it was him facing his feelings about Hawkins , does not mean that they will not separate like a couple who are tired of being together.Everything is just the emotion of that moment.

There may be a lot more free and easy between men and men.

"I declined the promotion," Hawkins said quietly.

"What?" Sean turned his head, a furrow formed between his brows.

"I'm going to stay here until the end of my rotation."

Sean froze for a moment, then pressed his head and laughed.

This man is Howkins, and promotion means nothing to him, he just does what he wants to do.

"Because Montero James is in Baghdad and not Sudan, right?"

"No," Hawkins reached out and touched Sean's head, "because you're here."

At this moment, Jill got off the roof of the car and got back to his seat, "What were you talking about just now?"

Sean punches Jill with his fist: "You're fucking fluent in Kurdish."

They were stuck in heavy traffic for more than 30 minutes before the car was finally able to move on.

In the afternoon they eliminated a soil bomb and returned to the barracks without incident.

Sean, who was driving the car, suddenly realized something, and suddenly turned his head to look at Hawkins: "Then why didn't you tell me last night!"

Jill was a little puzzled by Sean's nonsensical question. He followed Sean's line of sight to Hawkins, and the other party just replied unhurriedly, "Because you didn't ask."

"Damn!" Sean thumped his head violently, and Jill quickly stopped him.

"Bro! You're driving!"

Back at the camp, Sean looked depressed and went back to his room without eating dinner.

Jill looked at Hawkins who opened the car door unhurriedly, and the relaxed expression on his face instantly subsided: "What did you do to him?"

"What?" Hawkins glanced at him and continued on his way.

Jill stepped forward and wanted to grab his collar, but the other party easily dodged and looked at him with unwavering eyes.

"I see the marks on his neck, Hawkins."

"Then it's as you see it."

"Hawkins!" Jill's eyes were full of anger, "He is your comrade in arms!"

"So I can't fuck him?" As soon as Hawkins finished speaking, Jill punched him, but it was in the air.

"You can't hurt him!"

"Why do you think I hurt him by fucking him?" Hawkins tilted his head. "Because we are both men? Or because we are each other's sacred comrades-in-arms?"

"Because you are a self-centered person, you don't understand what Sean wants!"

"As you said, I am a self-centered person, so I must get what I want." Hawkins' face turned sideways, and the outline appeared sharp and deep.

"He's not yours! You're attractive, your appearance is crazy and even your indifference, but Sean is not a bomb!" Jill's brown eyes pierced Hawkins's like blades, No one would have imagined that this man, who always seemed to be smiling and humorous, would have such a tense scene with his team leader.

"But I'm his... I'm already his." Hawkins' eyes remained steady.

"What?" Could it be that Sean had sex with Hawkins?

"Do you like Vincent Mann?" Howkins looked at Jill, "Do you want to protect the Vincent in your heart by protecting Sean? But no matter what you think, that person is dead. And you didn't catch him like I did before he left."

Jill maintained that position, and suddenly tears fell from his eyes.

Hawkins turned and left the garage.

Sean went back to the dorm, took a shower, reclined back on his bed, stretched his arms, and pulled another bag of wafers out of the box.

Thinking about it, I also found it funny, why did Hawkins feel that he was being played instead of going to Sudan?Maybe he let Hawkins fuck him because he was in the mood of parting.

Someone unlocked his door, it was Jill.

The other party sat in front of his bed with the takeaway food, and said with a smile: "Sean, don't tell me that you prefer chocolate wafers to fresh roast chicken and potatoes."

Sean smelled the scent and sat up. "God loves you, Jill."

Jill shrugged his shoulders, unscrewed the orange juice and handed it to Sean, "I'm sorry, because the special forces are stationed, so the beer is sold out very quickly."

Sean glanced at the orange juice and smiled: "Sorry Jill, I don't drink orange juice."

"Why?" Jill asked innocently.

"I've had food poisoning from drinking expired orange juice..." Sean was stunned after swallowing the potato. He seemed to have revealed too much information about Vincent.

"Oh." Jill agreed, "You and Vincent are really similar."

"Really?" Sean smiled, but felt a little guilty inside.

"For example, the action of pressing the quilt, such as the understanding of electrical circuits, such as you don't drink orange juice." Jill leaned towards Sean, the not very bright light cast a faint shadow on his eyes, and then he smiled The depression at the corner of the lips was a bit sad, "But he's dead...you can't be him."

"Yes... yes..." Sean took a deep breath in his heart. Jill was perceptive, and he knew this a long time ago, but he couldn't help being full of flaws in front of him.

"But it's a pity, Sean. You have more than a month left to go back." Jill tapped the bottle with her fingers.

"Hey, who wouldn't want to get out of here and come back to America?"

"I mean, I just met you, and you are going back." Jill smiled, leaned forward suddenly, and kissed Sean on the forehead, "Good night, Sean."

Sean, who was lowering his head to pick the tinfoil, didn't react until the other party left.

Why is he kissing himself?

Because he wants to say goodnight.

Sean laughed, doesn't he know Jill yet?I'm afraid that guy is deliberately making fun of himself like this.

Hawkins made me almost nervous, Jill should like women, and that guy has collected hundreds of Playboy books.

The next morning, when Sean came to the garage, Jill was already sitting in it, listening to something on the mp3.

Xiao En swallowed the last bite of the sandwich with a smile, and rubbed Jill's head with his hand, "What are you listening to? Kurdish has a hundred sentences commonly used, right?"

"It's nothing." Jill was about to press it, but Sean took it over.

"Let me hear it, this thing is useless when it comes to Baghdad."

Jill didn't mind Sean taking it, but there was only one song in it, the end of the world.

Vincent's favorite song.