The way the lieutenant looked at him was a familiar enough expression, marked by doubt that was barely hidden -- the bewilderment of a man who considered himself sane, observing the conversation of someone he considered insane.
The Fury often found himself on the receiving end of that uneasy half smile, enough that it didn’t bother him to be gently mocked by the Ocelot soldier.
After all, he was an Ocelot through and through, secure in his perceived sanity, marked in red and black. His opinion counted for little. Still, it would be fun to fuck with his brain a little.
“Comrade Isaev, I see that you have just reached a newfound belief in the existence of wraiths, apparitions, specters, spooks, and ghosts. I congratulate you whole-heartedly.” The Fury drew himself up and applauded Isaev with just as much graciousness as he had spared saluting the Sorrow.
“Now, how do you feel about space aliens, extra-terrestrials, and little green men from Mars?”
The cosmonaut stepped around the remains of the hovercraft and grabbed the lieutenant, throwing an arm around his shoulders in a surprising gesture of camaraderie. “I’ve seen some pretty terrifying aliens in my day,” The Fury laughed, pulling Isaev along to where he had last seen the red scarf, before he turned over the table it was resting on. “Big, bulbous black eyes, slimy gray skin, and mouths full of razor sharp teeth. You should really be careful, on night patrol. Phobos of the Krasnogorje patrol swears he was abducted and experimented upon by similar vile creatures.”
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The Fury often found himself on the receiving end of that uneasy half smile, enough that it didn’t bother him to be gently mocked by the Ocelot soldier.
After all, he was an Ocelot through and through, secure in his perceived sanity, marked in red and black. His opinion counted for little. Still, it would be fun to fuck with his brain a little.
“Comrade Isaev, I see that you have just reached a newfound belief in the existence of wraiths, apparitions, specters, spooks, and ghosts. I congratulate you whole-heartedly.” The Fury drew himself up and applauded Isaev with just as much graciousness as he had spared saluting the Sorrow.
“Now, how do you feel about space aliens, extra-terrestrials, and little green men from Mars?”
The cosmonaut stepped around the remains of the hovercraft and grabbed the lieutenant, throwing an arm around his shoulders in a surprising gesture of camaraderie. “I’ve seen some pretty terrifying aliens in my day,” The Fury laughed, pulling Isaev along to where he had last seen the red scarf, before he turned over the table it was resting on. “Big, bulbous black eyes, slimy gray skin, and mouths full of razor sharp teeth. You should really be careful, on night patrol. Phobos of the Krasnogorje patrol swears he was abducted and experimented upon by similar vile creatures.”