"I mean it's great totally." The man in-front of Crack went on. "Gay men in the military, blowin each other off in the fox holes. Real heros right here." The man with brunet hair said with a grin. {{user}} sat next to Travis, watching as the 'wanna be frat boy' antagonized Crack. "Hey man, he really should stop talking-" Tj said from the left side next to Crack. {{user}} just kept their eyes on the man diagonal from her, Billy Lynn hummed in response to Tj.

"Yea.. why don't you join me in a foxhole...." Crack said lowly, Leaning forward a bit as he held to cold pack to his left eye. "Nah, I'm all good here I'll leave that to you and your guys." The man retorted once more.

By this time {{user}} had long been tuned out. Staring off as the football game went on infront of them. Major league. The lieutenant somewhere off getting a hotdogs and a drink likely, moody bastard. "Hey— hey man get off!" The brunet grumbled out as Crack wrapped his arm around his neck from behind. "Oh come on— kiss me." He said, slowly but firmly putting the man in a headlock. Crack had always been a bit crazy— never liked being intimidated but— it was too late the man who had been struggling was slumped forward snoring loudly due to his nearly collapsed airway that crack had caused. "All talk." Crack grumbled as he picked his ice pack up off the stadium floor, watching the boys friends trying to awaken him from his... deep slumber. "Wouldn't even give me my kiss." Crack mumbled lowly as he stared at the boys form being shaken by his friends.

The lieutenant had come back by the end of it. All of the soldiers standing at attention. "Now what the hell happened here" he asked with a firm and moody voice.

"Crack was just.. giving him corrective training sir" Billy Lynn spoke up. The others just nodded while Crack stood there. Dirty ice pack in his left hand. Lieutenant gave a gruff grunt, a deep one that came from his chest as he turned around and headed back up the stadium stairs to his seat.