Couldn't help it, Spec ops: The Line

[sandsofhell]

No, no I'm not going through something like this. Find yourself another damn toy.

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[scout_tactical]

Just deal with it. You've been through worse...

[sandsofhell]

We have, which is why I'm not very keen on going through another hell while being controlled by another, Lugo.

[scout_tactical]

After all that. All that shit you dragged us through. All that shit, and you're going to pussy out now? Fuck you, Walker.

[He sneers, shakes his head.]

Go on. Leave me again. See if I even care.

Also smiley face

[sandsofhell]

Who said I even made it through alive?

Someone alerted me to this. I couldn't resist.

[scout_tactical]

Did I? Are you even fuckin' thinking about who you're talking to? Do you remember me, motherfucker? Because I sure remember you.

[sandsofhell]

...I do.

[Why are you still alive and talking to him? The rest of his hallucinations were never this chatty.]

[scout_tactical]

[Lugo is stuck somewhere between wanting to punch the man in the face... and wanting to grab him and just... well...

He comes up closer, maybe close enough for Walker to feel the breath on his skin. And he grabs the man in an awkward hug.]

Yeah, I'm really here, crazy motherfucker... don't leave me this time, alright?

[sandsofhell]

[He is even more uncomfortable and attempts to shrug him off.]

What the hell do you think you're doing, Lugo?

[scout_tactical]

[He gets the desired effect easily enough. Lugo backs away, eyes focused on his boots like they're suddenly fascinating.]

It's better than punching you in the mouth. That's what I honestly want to do.

[sandsofhell]

To be honest I think I would rather have you hit me.

[Because having a dead guy touch you is not very comfortable.]

[scout_tactical]

I still can.

[He shoots the man a cold stare, though there's some sadness in his eyes, persistently hanging on.]

Violence isn't going to do dick at this point, though. Smacking you won't bring me back. Won't fix things between us.

[sandsofhell]

There was nothing we could do for you, Staff Sergeant. You were gone when we reached the scene.

[scout_tactical]

Too much trouble, huh?

[There's something so hurt in his voice, something so... betrayed.]

[sandsofhell]

Like I said, we had already lost you.

[scout_tactical]

Am I too far gone now?

[sandsofhell]

As far as I know, you're another ghost.

[Cause you done died boy.]

[scout_tactical]

Indulge me, then. I've got some unfinished business, Walker.

[He sighs, gently folds down and sits with his legs folded in front of him, looks up.]

Pretend this is real. Don't leave me all alone here.