WHEN I NEED MOTIVATION / private

[dannychan]

/triggers: death, murder, ptsd

Gabe had gotten a new member to his little group of troops. john “jack” morrison. he was a skinny kid, maybe around twenty two, he was blond, weighted in at just under 180 pounds- all around a very tiny man. he didn’t understand how he hadn’t built some muscle mass in four years of military service. either way- he had to help jack fit in, get to know the group, so he was going to talk to the other now about disney night. he moved into his groups bunk room and moved to lean over jack’s bunk, bracing himself on the upper bunk. “hey, morrison. we’re having movie night in thirty. you gonna come or what?”

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