You made it. [ his tone is flat, if perhaps not quite flat enough to confirm william's suspicions. the fact that his expression and tone are still neutral is an iceman thing — good under pressure, and this isn't the same kind of pressure as seeing men in the trees while unable to move in any direction with the humvee, but it's pressure nonetheless.
(brad would prefer men in trees he can fucking shoot to a lot of what the ship's thrown his way since he got here.
he thinks he might prefer it to this, too.) ] And you dragged me into it. [ it's not even the strangest thing that's ever happened, is it? the corners of his mouth still tighten, and showing his displeasure means both that he's not pleased and that he trusts william with that. ]
:3
(brad would prefer men in trees he can fucking shoot to a lot of what the ship's thrown his way since he got here.
he thinks he might prefer it to this, too.) ] And you dragged me into it. [ it's not even the strangest thing that's ever happened, is it? the corners of his mouth still tighten, and showing his displeasure means both that he's not pleased and that he trusts william with that. ]
Couldn't just call, Tsang?