[Libegott raised his face close, boy was the male smaller than him.] ...shit...god damn it. [He growled before slamming his fist onto the tree, drawing away; it was Webster, Webster was in his mind.] Fuck it Lt, find the way.
[Shit. Thank god. He really thought Liebgott was really going to hit him.] Yeah, I'll do my best, Liebgott. Don't you worry! [He moves off the train, turning away to look at the map. Shit, if he didn't find his sense of direction soon, well, the other male will definitely beat him up.] Just, uh, give me a sec here...
Liebgott's eyes shut from the frustration and gives out a sigh shrugs all this. Why did he stop, "...what the fuck ever you want Lieutenant...just...fucking get us to the next battalion...before my mind cracks..." He whispered as he took a few steps away.
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