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#1 - pats on the head
After the week Tommy and the others were having, he needed a fucking break. Tommy sat down once he had the chance to, and shrugged off his rifle. Sweat clung to his face, making him feel sticky. He ripped off his hat and rubbed his face.
The gunshots, the aliens screeching, the smell of blood and gunpowder, it was just too much. Tommy pressed the palms of his hands against his temples. Were any of them going to make it out of here alive? Obviously not in one piece anymore - Gordon already lost his hand. What else did they have to lose to get out of this nightmare? How MUCH did they have to lose? What else was this place going to take from them? Tommy felt his thoughts begin to spiral faster and faster into chaos when-
"Tommy."
Hearing his name snapped him out of his loop, and he looked up. It was Gordon.
Gordon's eyes glistened, the lights bouncing off his face; who knew someone could look that pretty under such harsh fluorescent lights? He gave Tommy an empathetic look.
"It's gonna be okay, man. I promise." He spoke softly, and Tommy felt Gordon's gloved hand pat his head gently. His thumb stroked against his scalp, making Tommy barely manage to suppress a shiver. He just nodded at Gordon's reassurance.
The man smiled and removed his hand. Tommy wished he hadn't. He was about to say something else when Bubby shouted about "leaving their sorry asses behind if they didn't get a move on!"
He rolled his eyes and started to walk off, but stopped, and turned around to look back at Tommy. Gordon was waiting for him. Tommy grabbed his hat and rifle, and stood up. He smiled at Gordon, as if to say "I'm okay now."
They were going to get out of this, together.