Happiness is a Warm Gun Finale Redux by NamiUzumaki, literature
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Happiness is a Warm Gun Finale Redux
"You're being awfully quiet, my friend."
I felt bad for being such a fucking sourpuss to the guy who just kinda rescued me from being stranded in a zone that would probably be overrun with guys who would kill me once they found out I survived.... but I kept my silence. Better to hold it in then start bawling in front of the poor guy.
"Do you need something?" He asked gently.
I shook my head, feeling prickling in my eyes as I held my knees tighter to my chest.
Poor Roach. My Ghost...
The radio beeped and scratched. "Nikolai come in, do you have our location?"
Nikolai picked up the radio, "Da. Inbound Price. But I am not the only one. You
Happiness is a Warm Gun 16 by NamiUzumaki, literature
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Happiness is a Warm Gun 16
What did I do while I sat all alone in the big army base?
I watched television while drinking the last beer in the refrigerator. Well, more of watched fuzzy soap operas in Arabic. And instead of trying to brush up on my Arabic, I decided to fill in my own dialogue. Like a boss.
"Oh Nadia, I slept with your brother because I thought he was you!"
"But... Doctor Hakim, that makes no sense. Could you not tell he was my brother? Wouldn't you be able to tell because of his... male parts?"
"No Nadia... because you're brother... is really your sister!"
Dun dun duuuuun!
Yeah. Crazy shit like that.
And the person to whom the beer belongs to will
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Happiness is a Warm Gun 15
Oh God. Too bright. I want to go back to sleep.
"LOOK at what you've done! Bloody old wanker!" Oohhh no... he's mad. "I was saving lives! I was nowhere near her when she was shot" "You sent us on this mission, and set off a nuclear missile!" WHAT?
"Guys...?"
"WHAT?!" Oh Jesus with the yelling...
"Can we stop arguing for a moment? I don't think I can fix French up here..." Is it that bad of a wound? Shit, what Russian bastard got me? "Bloody hell Roach. What's wrong?"
"Fixing her up requires... taking off her... torso clothes." Fuck, really?! What a fabulous time to get gentlemanly. "For Christ's sake." "I think there's got to be some Mil
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Happiness is a Warm Gun 14
"We're approaching our destination. Get ready to jump."
Wow, the pilot sounds like he caught a cold. That's gotta suck.
Ghost gave my ass a slap before lining up in front of me.
Limey bastard.
"Alright! Jump!" Captain Price yelled from the back.
Ghost jumped first. My turn.
And that drop looked a little long.
"Can't I go last?!" I cried, the wind eating the sound.
"No! Go!"
So I jumped.
After a few air rolls and a fifteen minute scream, I finally stabilized myself. My tummy turned, my ears were practically deaf from the roaring wind.
But Jesus. It was all so beautiful, as lovely as the helicopter ride to the gulag. It was pretty an
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Happiness is a Warm Gun 13
"Jesus Christ..." Ghost groaned. "With sugar on top..." I murmured, sliding my fingers along his collarbone. I like the way it juts out. He chuckled in a way that sounded like he was out of breath. "Christ..." He repeated.
His hands, which were surprisingly soft (my guess from constantly wearing gloves), slid up and down my back. It felt SOOooo nice...
"That was incredible." Was I really? "I second that." He laughed again. He sounded giddy, and it made me giggly, too. "Wow." I'm giggling again. He grinned as he looked at his wristwatch.
Ugh. His watch bothered me greatly. During the 'do' it kept poking me in the side constantly. There's a
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Happiness is a Warm Gun 12
"Alright land here. GENTLY." Ghost told the pilot as we were far enough away from the destroyed Gulag. "We don't want to break their bloody legs."
When the helicopter descended, he turned his attention back to me. "You alright? No bumps or bruises?"
"Other than the leg? I'm fine." I chuckled, "Aww, you DO care."
He undid the velcro on my right-hand glove and stroked my skin. And I didn't have the heart to continue my snark, this felt very nice.
And... the chopper landed. Ghost retracted his hand quickly so the others wouldn't see. Damn it.
"FRENCH! You missed it! That was awesome." Roach said as he unhooked himself from the line. "Got to
Happiness is a Warm Gun 11 by NamiUzumaki, literature
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Happiness is a Warm Gun 11
Damn I wish you could see this.
The ocean's beautiful. The ice is beautiful. HOT DAMN it's all beautiful.
Forgive my lacking vocabulary. I wish I was a poet so I could describe this to you. I would mention how the sun ILLUMINATES the ocean and landscape. How it CAPTIVATES me whenever I look at it.
Anyway, we're on the helicopter to the gulag. To pick up the all-important Prisoner 627. I wish I knew the guy's name, sounds like I'm picking up an order or something.
Ghost was to my right, Ogre to my left. Ogre's actually more beastly when it comes to smacking someone with the butt of his gun. But he apparently has a pretty girl waiting for