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[winter_sergeant]

You really sure you wanna see even more of me? Ain't this novel you're writing more'n enough? Fifty thousand words of me and Steve, and you're still wastin' time with me over here?

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[bootyshortsandtights]

[...a weary laugh and a grin]

[it's actually quite refreshing to meet someone who doesn't know me]

Yes, that's right. I fought in the 40s, and, well, now, too.

[metalicforce]

The 40s? [Chris becomes uncertain at that because he's from far into the future.] Well regardless, it was some time ago. You doesn't look old, if you doesn't mind me saying that. Cryo?

[bootyshortsandtights]

[A long way?]

That's fine, son, you can compliment me any time.

Of a sort. Just ice. My plane went down, and I wasn't found for a few years.

[metalicforce]

[Space age. so 2200 or something]

[Chris tilts his head questioning at being called "son". He's in his 30s after all and this man doesn't seem much older than him.]

Roger that.

You was lucky. Ice isn't as far as I know a very effective cryogenic material. If you doesn't mind, what was your rank? I'm a sergeant myself.

[bootyshortsandtights]

[I really hope I'm not your great-great-grandfather. You deserve a less complicated lineage.]

[...habit. I'm 95, after all.]

I was. It was entirely unintentional.

[small wince and a grin at you being a sergeant, that reminds me of my best friend] Captain.

[metalicforce]

Captain. [Purely out of habit Chris salutes Steve. Chain of command is something he has been trained to follow after all.]

[bootyshortsandtights]

[saluting back automatically]