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Price, Soap and Ghost let Gaz and König alone, going elsewhere. Gaz thanked them.
“Do you remember how we used to fight ?” He laughed. “I never won.”
The birds were singing. He could see the sun going down. He sat down on the ground, his fingers gliding in the grass.
“Sometimes, I recall the first time we met.” He looked at the sky, a smile on his lips. “You scared me with your height.”
An old man stared at him. He grimaced and stared back, waiting for the man to look elsewhere.
“Can’t forget your german, you were always so loud on the field, but so quiet at the base.” His hands went to his pockets, looking for something. He took out a picture. “I found the first picture we took, you were right, it was somewhere in my desk.” He stared at it. “You’re always right.”
The sky turned orange. The birds disappeared as some tears went down his cheeks.
“It's harder than I thought.” A laugh escaped him, mixed with his tears. “You still listen to me like you used to. I like it when you listen to my monologues.” He gripped a handful of grass from the ground. “Can’t you talk to me ? I need to hear your voice.”
The wind got up, making the trees dance a little. Only the sound of nature answered him.
“Ok, ok, you just want to listen today. I’ll talk for two.” His hand wiped his tears. “The other day, Soap told me I looked tiny in your sweatshirt. But I know you really like it when I wear it. I know it, because you let a lot of your clothes in my barrack.”
A little girl ran to him, stood in front of him. He gave her a smile. An old lady took the hand of the little girl. “Annie, let them talk.” They left them alone.
“Your mom called yesterday. She will come tomorrow, we know you want to see her.” He sniffed and tried to swallow back the lump taking place in his throat. “I miss your blowjobs.” He laughed.
A woman gasped at his words. He heard her but ignored it.
“Maybe talking in public place to your boyfriend is not the best idea.” He cleared his throat. “Do you remember the first time you let me see your face ? I was under your sniper hood, kissing you. And, without warning, you took it off. You asked me to open my eyes.” He smirked. “My hands were trembling. The first thing I spotted was your cleft lip. I wanted to lick it to show you it was beautiful.” He sighed. “All your face was beautiful to me. And your fluffy short hair…”
A bird took place near him, singing a little despite the sun disappearing.
“Price like it when I talk to him about you, he says I look like the sun when I think about you.” He raised his head, Price stood near him. “I remember the time you asked him if you could be my boyfriend, he laughed so hard that he fell out of his chair.”
“He thought that I really was your father” Price laughed again, his hat in his hands.
Soap and Ghost walked to them. “Sorry, we were talking to Roach.”
Gaz smiled. “My king, everyone is here for you. We could take a picture, but I’m afraid you'll look gray.”
“Son. We have to go… I’m sorry.” Price declared, with a sad face.
Gaz stood up. “It’s ok.” He looked at the grave. Some flowers decorated it. “I still love you. I’ll always love you. I miss you every day. You’re my Austrian. My big boy. You did a good job.” Cheeks covered by his tears, lips trembling, he tried to smile a little. Price hugged him tight, trying to help as he could.
A bird took place on the grave. The moon replaced the sun. Everything looked dark.