Bomb Disposal Elite

"Because...you look a bit like my dead comrade-in-arms." Strong turned his head sideways, the corners of his lips were depressed.

"I'm really sorry, I didn't expect..." The departure of a comrade who once fought side by side is the saddest thing, and Sean has no intention of touching the other's scars.

"No, no, I'm very happy to see someone who looks like him." Strong bumped Hawkins with his fist, "Haven, seeing you standing with Sean...I really feel like turning back time , as if I saw you and White..."

Sean noticed Hawkins' expression. The focus on bowling just now and the joy of seeing an old friend were replaced by a kind of melancholy for a moment, "Time never return." There is an unspeakable heaviness at times.

Although Sean didn't want to know who Strong's dead comrade-in-arms was, he could make Hawkins, who had always been emotionally unaffected, show that expression. He suddenly wondered, could that White be Hawkins' cousin?

But in this case, he will not ask.

No matter who you are similar to, there are no two people who are the same in this world.

Andrew said generously: "Hey, now the game is over, Cross and the others have to run naked around the barracks, but we have to clean up the beer shards, or the patrols tonight will kill us!"

Sean looked at his watch, and it was already ten o'clock in the evening, "Okay, okay! It's time to clean up and go to bed! I don't want to step on a landmine in a daze tomorrow."

Strong said slightly apologetically: "I wonder if I can lend me Hawkins, we want to have a good chat..."

Sean waved his hand, then winked at Jill: "Take him away, the bowling game is over, is there any use for him?"

Hawkins was taken away by Strong, and Sean and the others stayed to clean the battlefield.

Andrew pushed the garbage truck over, and Jill and several others put the intact beer bottles into plastic boxes and sent them to the restaurant.

Sean and Andrew swept up the fragments of beer bottles from the ground and dumped them into the garbage truck.

"I really can't play this kind of game anymore. It's more tiring to clean up than to play." Shawn shook his head, took a step back, stepped on a rolling hot dog sausage, and fell backwards .

He supported himself with the shovel in an instant, but the center was wrong and he fell over.

Andrew rushed over to help him, but was a step too late.

In order not to fall into the broken glass, Sean supported himself with his left hand, but the effect can be imagined.

"Sean—" Andrew pulled him up.

Sean frowned, and stretched out his palm in front of his face. It was covered with sand and shards of glass pierced into his skin, faintly oozing blood.

The pain at that moment seemed to be all pierced in his heart.

"Oh my god, I'm going to hold a gun tomorrow." Sean scratched his head with his right hand.

"It's not that you think whether you can hold a gun tomorrow!" Andrew's face, which has always been indifferent to anything, actually showed a bit of distress.

"Well, the thing about not wanting to hold a gun." Sean flattened his mouth, "This tells us that we can't just throw hot dogs on the ground in the future."

Andrew sighed: "I don't want to hear your stupid cold jokes, let's go, go to the infirmary in the camp."

"Then what about this pile of glass? Tonight is the patrol of the armored company, and I know their people..."

"Okay, okay!" Andrew reluctantly pushed the garbage truck over and pressed it against the pile of glass, "If they can all step on it, I can't help it! After you go to the infirmary, I will clean it up Is it okay?"

"That's about the same." After Xiao En finished speaking, Andrew slapped him on the head.

When I came to the door of the clinic, I heard the faint sound of pornography coming from inside.

Sean slapped the door with a smile: "Louis - the movie time is over, you have to work!"

"Oh, shit!" The door opened, and Louis had a stinking face, "I almost unbuttoned my pants and prepared to pretend!"

"Maybe my hand can help you." Sean raised his left hand.

Andrew didn't seem to want them to have these meaningless conversations: "Doctor, can you help with the wound? He's going out on duty tomorrow."

Louis made a "come in" gesture, opened the cabinet and took out the disinfectant, gauze and tweezers.

The TV was not turned off, and the woman was still babbling.

With Sean's palm hanging there, Louis first took out the shards of glass, and then used a cotton ball dipped in disinfectant to squeeze out the gravel from the wound.

The pain when the hydrogen peroxide entered the wound made Sean's palm tremble slightly, and Andrew stretched out his hand to support the back of his hand, looking intently at the wound there.

"Oh, I really want to know how Hawkins will react when he sees this scene." Louis put some anti-inflammatory drugs on Sean, and then slowly wrapped it with gauze.

"Which scene?" Sean sometimes felt that Louis was really incomprehensible.

"The scene when you are cared about 'ambitiously' by others." Louis smiled and put everything away.

"Is Hawkins the only one who cares about Sean in this world?" Andrew looked at Louis with a smile.

"Of course not, I welcome everyone to care about Sean." Louis tapped his finger in the air, "Then Hawkins will become less and less comfortable, and the world will become more and more chaotic. As a bystander Or, I'd find it interesting."

"Then make him feel uncomfortable." Andrew tilted his head, a little provocative.

Sean suddenly remembered that before he left the special forces, Andrew had come to say goodbye to him.

The kiss left on the forehead is both a parting and a kind of self-control.

Of course Sean knew that Andrew had more feelings for him than ordinary comrades-in-arms. If he knew about his relationship with Hawkins, everything would become more and more chaotic.

He respects Andrew a lot.Because when Vincent was reborn as Sean, Andrew helped him adapt to this identity and gave him a lot of help that other people could not give. Once the boundary is crossed, maybe some things will no longer exist.

"Let's go, Andrew." Sean smiled and got up, "We can't continue to disturb Dr. Louis's enjoyment of the movie."

"Are you thinking of bothering me now? Shit! The DVD is almost finished!" Louis walked towards the inside.

"You can fast forward!" Andrew shouted at him.

"My DVD player's fast-forward button has been pressed too many times and it's out of order!" came Louis' annoyed voice.

Walking to the door of the room, Sean turned and leaned against the door, nodded to Andrew and said, "Okay, I've arrived. Like a brave knight, you have sent me to the castle."

Andrew stood at the bottom of the steps, slightly shorter than Sean, and looked up into Sean's eyes.

"In fact, I don't want to be a knight. In fairy tales, the duty of a knight is to protect the princess, and the person who will be with the princess forever is the prince." In Andrew's expression, maturity and sensibility are intertwined, making people move Do not open your eyes.

"Thankfully, I'm not a princess." Sean patted Andrew's shoulder with his right hand, "Good night, brother."

The moment he closed the door, he held his breath, afraid that Andrew would grab him and say something again.

There's still some pain in the hand, but it's nothing compared to some injuries I've had in the past.

Sean didn't want to brush his teeth and wash his face, he just lay down on the bed and looked at the silent roof.

Although he didn't want to think about anything, the name "White" kept echoing in his mind.

As the night wore on, someone knocked on his door.

"Who? Dude, it's night now..." Sean tilted his head and looked at the electronic alarm clock beside the bed, "It's twenty past one."

"Sean... open the door." It was Hawkins' voice.

Sean knew that if he didn't open the door, the guy would keep knocking until everyone stuck their heads out of the windows and complained.

As soon as the door was unscrewed, Hawkins squeezed in.

He hugged Sean, and the weight made Sean take two steps back before he stabilized his body.Extending his arms to close the door, Sean put his arms around him and said softly, "What's wrong? Hawkins?"

The other party didn't speak, just hugged him.

Sean twitched the corner of his lips helplessly. In fact, most of the time he understood that Hawkins was just a wayward child.Sean backed away slowly, sitting on the bed, and Hawkins fell down on him.

Unlike in the past when Hawkins stretched out his arms to hug him, this time he grabbed Sean's right hand and asked him to hug him.

"What's wrong?" Sean touched the back of his head.

"I miss you very much, very much." Hawkins' voice was very soft, with a hint of grievance.

"Didn't we just meet a few hours ago?" Sean took a breath, but for some reason, Hawkins said that when he missed him, his heart felt full.

"But I want to be with you forever." Hawkins closed his eyes.

Sean froze, this sentence made his heart beat wildly.

He said, want to be with him forever?

Sean blinked his eyes in disbelief, yes... only this sentence is what he always wanted, to let him know that the relationship between them didn't end when they left Baghdad, nor was it because of fantasies created in this depressing environment .

Although it will never exist, what he wants is such a mood, and now it is as if the dust has settled, and he is at ease.

Sean closed his eyes, and the faint smell of beer and mint body wash on Hawkins' body lingered in his nose.

He suddenly understood why Emily would leave him when he was Vincent.Because he was too far away from her, there was no way to give Emily the sense of security she wanted.And now, when Vincent became Sean, he finally experienced this feeling in Hawkins.