Date: 2007-01-25 04:58 am (UTC)
Ocelot's lip raised in a brief sneer of distaste at the public display; he was unsettled by overt affection and never good at controlling his face, which despite all efforts remained willfully animated.

But he was nothing if not fair to a comrade when called upon.

"I can do the head count, if you...require...Major Raikov to...keep his post," he muttered.

It was six of one, half a dozen of the other as far as Ocelot was concerned. Ivan would owe him, and his gratitude would mean he'd cheerfully handle Ocelot's dreaded paperwork for the week.

However, looking at the Colonel and his well-heeled subordinate, Ocelot wasn't convinced either of them had the stomach to continue playing soldier-on-a-mountain tonight.

Raikov very well might wind up doing the headcount anyway.

Still, even if his offer was declined, the gesture had been made. Solidarity, and all that chush. For the glory of the GRU.

Whatever.

He caught a glimpse of Raikov's slightly pursed lips, and questioning brows, directed at him.

Just what he needed. Now the Major was even more convinced that Ocelot was trying to avoid him.

Ocelot suppressed a roll of his eyes and managed a finger gun in Raikov's general direction.
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