Date: 2019-06-01 06:39 am (UTC)
survivors_of_new_york: (AFO Neptune)
[Being a chief in the Navy teaches you things. It teaches you how to lead men, how to get the dirty things done, how to accomplish missions the officers won't sully their hands with. It teaches you the kind of psychology you won't learn in a textbook - how to dig deep into the psyche of your guys and make them want to impress you, when to kick their ass, when to go soft, and how.

He'd be lying if he said he hadn't been thinking about the consulate run. He'd be lying if he said he slept last night, too.

The grip on her shoulder steadies and firms as Mother collects himself. Neptune still needs a leader. Panther and Wolfpack might be gone, but he's still breathing, can still collect himself. He needs to be the one people look to and draw strength from, like you'd draw water from a well. He needs to be a rock.]


If anyone is at fault, Parker, it's me.

[Thunder rumbles through the urban canyon.]

My team. My guys. My responsibility. And if you keep going over "what-ifs", you're going to self-destruct.

[Thirty years in the teams, six leading these boys. All of them are like sons to him. He'd wanted to curl up into a ball when Kandel gave him the news, but the only tears he'd allowed himself were when he'd had to break the news to Parker, Preacher, and Voodoo.]

Listen.


There's going to be a memorial down in the main hall in thirty minutes. I want you to come down with me, get some hot food and dry clothes. If you don't want to stay after the first five minutes, I won't make you.
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