“You are a fucking dumbass.”

You’re almost crushed under the force of your girlfriend’s embrace, head tucked under your chin as she lets out silent cries into your nape. You’re sore all over, but you can’t bring yourself to push her off. Tell her you need some space.

But, I mean… just look at her.

She heard, long before you arrived, that your team got ambushed. They said it was pretty bad—and that the thick, black smoke filling the air a few miles down the road was from your van.

She screamed, and she shouted, and she did whatever else possible to try and force them to put her on the search squad. They didn’t, of course.

She wouldn’t have been a good asset if she was so into her emotions.

“What the fuck even happened—? You— you could’ve died, {{user}}!”