Bomb Disposal Elite

Hawkins' knife left sharp marks on the plate, Sean and Jill couldn't help but looked up at him, and then he was silent and finally began to put the contents of the plate into his mouth.

After dinner, Sean followed Jill.

As he walked, Sean could feel Hawkins looking at his back, his eyes almost burning a hole in him.

Jill deliberately leaned into Sean's ear, "Do you think Hawkins particularly dislikes me talking to you? Ever since I entered the restaurant, I feel that his knife is not cutting steak but cutting mine. on the bone."

"Is it so exaggerated?" Sean felt a little funny.

"Of course." Jill led him into her room, took a small potted plant from the window sill, and handed it to him, "It's mint. I've been planting it for a long time. Seeing that it can't sprout, I thought it would be wrong." It's possible, who knew that this little guy had grown so much this morning."

Sean took it and touched the mint leaf with his fingers. It swayed lightly a few times, exuding a faint fragrance: "I also placed a plant on the windowsill before."

"Really? You grew mint in the special forces?" Jill lowered his gaze, but his back was turned to Sean.

"Ah... no, it was when I was not in the army." Vincent planted at T25 Air Force Base, not Sean.

"If you like it, take it." Jill laughed.

"You specially brought mint seeds to Baghdad, and it finally germinated, but you gave it to me?"

"Take it." Jill waved the back of his hand, "I... my old enemy at T25 always liked to put such a small pot of mint on the window sill. Then he died in Baghdad, and I was thinking about his window sill. Isn’t there such a small pot of things.”

Sean looks at Jill.

At the air force base, Jill was considered a good-looking man, and his smile was especially attractive.At that time, Vincent didn't think Jill was pleasing to his eyes, but when Sean looked at him, he suddenly had an urge to hug him.

He wanted to say, "Hey man, don't be so sad, I'm Vincent."

But he knew he couldn't say it because it was so ridiculous.

"Thank you, Jill." Sean smiled heartily, "I'll take good care of it."

Sean walked out of Jill's dormitory with mints in his hand, and saw a man smoking a cigarette passing by the row of dormitories.

"Andrew?" Sean called out.

The other party turned around, and under the dim moonlight, Sean saw the scar on his face.

"What's the matter with you, Andrew?"

The other party smiled lightly, "Today... I have a mission." He walked over and stood side by side with Xiao En.

"It can hurt you. It's not an easy task. Have you dealt with those militants?"

"Hmm, it's a big fish in the North." Andrew raised his eyebrows. "I was very lucky. Three bullets hit the body armor, but one of my teammates was wounded in the calf."

"is it serious?"

"There is no bone injury. He was sent to the hospital in the rear by helicopter. It is estimated that he will be back within half a month." Andrew walked to the door of his dormitory, "Come in and sit for a while?"

Sean nodded. Although the scar on his face was a man's medal, he still decided to apply some medicine for Andrew, because that guy would never take the wound seriously.

Putting the mint on his desk, Sean looked around the room.Although Andrew was very different from Hawkins in terms of personality, they had one thing in common, that is, the whole room was tidied up neatly.

Sean found the medicine box from the cabinet, opened it and took out the gauze and tape.

After cleaning his wound, Sean cut the gauze to a suitable size and stuck it on Andrew's face.

Sean's face was sideways, and the breaths of the two touched in the air, slowly blending into one.When Sean put his hand down, he realized that Andrew had been looking at him.

His eyes lost that playfulness, and looked deep because of his earnestness.

Then he smiled slightly, and said in a joking tone: "Just now your head was tilted like this, I thought...you were going to kiss me."

Xiao En lowered his eyes and put the gauze and potion back into the medicine box, "Your nerves for telling cold jokes are unexpectedly developed."

Andrew's body leaned forward, and the tip of his nose got closer and closer to Sean, but Sean subconsciously leaned back, supporting Andrew's bedside with one hand.Andrew's voice was very deep, and slowly spread in the air, "Sean, you know... When people hear something they don't want to hear, they will comfort themselves and say it's just a cold joke."

"Andrew..." Sean wanted to get up, but he was held down by the shoulder.

"That day, I saw the marks on your neck. It wasn't the mosquitoes in Baghdad, nor the pillow that oppressed your muscles, but the marks left by men." Andrew still kept smiling, but Sean felt the oppression feel.

Sean swallowed. Andrew's insight has always been keen, no matter how much he wants to hide his relationship with Hawkins, it can only be said that it will be a matter of time before Andrew finds out.

"That's right, it's him." Sean slowly sat up straight, no longer avoiding the other party's gaze.

"Then he can, why can't I?"

This sentence made Sean laugh, "Believe me, it's like a fallacy between me and Hawkins."

"What about me? Sean?" Andrew clasped his shoulders harder, "You should know."

"Yes, I know." Sean stood up, "But wouldn't it be nice for us to trust each other forever? You should know that once something is broken, it will never be put together again."

Sean walked towards the door, and Andrew's voice sounded, "Sean, you have changed."

"Oh? Since when?"

"I don't know...Maybe since you fell on your head." Andrew smiled mockingly.

"Maybe from that moment on, I wasn't the Sean you knew. Good night, Andrew." Sean closed the door.

This world is absurd.

He changed from Vincent to Sean.Because Andrew is nostalgic for the former Sean, Jill looks for Vincent from Sean, and Hawkins looks at White through Sean...

So who am I?Sean, Vincent, or White?

Sean raised his head, his eyebrows frowned in an inexplicable arc, he wanted to sigh, but he didn't know where to start.

Walking to the door of his dormitory, Sean saw Hawkins.

This guy was sitting on the steps again, God, Hawkins didn't decide to come to Sean's room to sleep every night from yesterday, did he?

"What's the matter? Don't tell me you want to sleep in the same bed with me again." Sean stood in front of him, arms crossed, without any intention of opening the door.

"Isn't it possible?" Howkins raised his head, "Have you been with Jill for so long?"

"No, I ran into Andrew on the way back." Mentioning Jill, Sean suddenly remembered that he left the pot of mint on Andrew's table.

"You're really busy at night." Hawkins' face was in the shadow of the moonlight, and he couldn't see clearly, but there was an urge to explore.

"He was injured, I just helped him deal with the wound." Sean didn't know why he had to explain to the other party, but it was precisely because he could feel Hawkins' uneasiness that his heart softened.

Lewis was right, Hawkins was actually alone.White's death made him used to this loneliness.When Sean appeared, in a sense, this habit was broken again.

"I want to sleep with you." Hawkins said this very firmly.

Sean felt like he should say, "Sleep wherever you like, except my bed," but he opened the door and let him in.

There are still more than three weeks, and I will follow my heart and continue to have that ridiculous love for you.

Sean lay on the back of the bed, and Hawkins hugged him sideways, his palms around the back of Sean's head, pulling him toward him, and then a kiss, deep and when it turned hot, Sean Pushed Hawkins' tongue out.

"We need a good rest. A violent kiss before going to bed is not suitable for resting the brain." Sean put his head into Hawkins' arms. He knew that only in this way could he calm down the restlessness of the other party, otherwise Hawkins might use extreme measures. Way to toss yourself.

Sean was a little afraid of making love to Hawkins.In the past, it was because of resisting his overwhelming desire, but now it was because he didn't want Hawkins to use himself to possess another person.

At least the night was peaceful, and Sean slept well, except that his body had been pinned down in a small area.

Hawkins woke up earlier than him. His fingers slowly combed Sean's hair, and his lips kissed his forehead and the tip of his nose. When he wanted to touch Sean's lips, Sean woke up.

"I'd rather you get out of my bed now so I can stretch my limbs." He really didn't understand how Hawkins managed to sleep on his right side all night and keep his arms around him all the time. are you asleep?

Hawkins let go of Sean obediently, got up and sat on the chair.

Sean gave a big stretch, and Hawkins just looked at him.

"It's seven twenty, don't you go back and wash it?" Sean asked him.

Hawkins nodded and walked towards the door, "See you later."

When I opened the door, I saw the mint plant on the steps.

"Shawn, what's this?"

"Oh, my mint!" Sean got up, picked up the mint carefully and brought it into the house.

When did Andrew come?This morning, or did he follow after he left last night?

Maybe he saw Hawkins sitting at the door waiting for him, so he put the mint at the door without knocking.