agentbartxn asked ;  
are you afraid?

xkrasniy:

Prompt: somebody must’ve slipped a truth serum in my muse’s breakfast cereal. ask any question, and you’ll get a 100% honest answer blurted out loud.

[ He knows he shouldn’t answer. Deep down in his bones, the Soldier knows that even though he’s been prompted, this question, this one in particular, is one of those which he shouldn’t dignify with a response—but the words slip out before he can stop them, not halted, even, by the thick, plastic muzzle.

      But what shocks the Soldier more—what actually surprises him—is the words that come out of his mouth. ]

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     - ——-yes. 

[ There’s a brutal honesty to his words that he never knew lived inside of him; a fear that he didn’t recognize from where it came. It was not of battle, as he reveled in it, not of sniping, as he was beyond effective in it, not even of missions failing, as he knew there were safe houses and exit strategies, knew them before he knew he was afraid.

      Of what he was afraid of, the Soldier did not know. But even as he swung his pistol to take a carefully-calculated shot, even as he took this mission to an end, that fear—that unknowing—clawed at him.

       And it clawed and gnawed and tore, until the Soldier was wiped, and he felt nothing once more. ]

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