C O M M A N D E R.

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Gabriel listened to what Jack had to say about the subject although when Jack said something about getting a wife and having kids Gabriel's heart sunk a little in his chest. "I don't know... Might've travelled around the world seen different cultures or something." He then leaned his head on his hand, he was struggling to think of a life different from this one but he just couldn't see himself not in the army.

Gabe knew that without the structure of the army his life would have gone in a very different direction and not for the better. He then thought of something "Probably would of stayed in LA, looked after Mama. Might have even continued my education into law or psychology those things always interested me." It was probably why he was so good at reading people.

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Gabriel glanced around at the police officer that currently was watching him whilst he was having his ome phone call that he could have. "Jack, it all happened so fucking fast. I was walking back towards the base and some cops pulled over beside me they asked me if I was Gabriel Reyes. I told them yes because obviously I am, I guess it's some shitty court martial shit that Petras is trying. I was refused a fucking call until now, and they won't give me my anxiety meds either."

He let out a sigh glancing around as he leaned against the wall with his back to the cop who kept watching him. "There's some fishy ass shit going on right now Jack and there's nothing I can do from here, they told me they are transferring me in like three hours. I don't know where yet because they refuse to tell me, they say they don't know yet but I think they are lying. They are trying to charge me with theft of classified data too even though that was years ago apprently they got new evidence in the case that points to me..."

It was clearly from Gabriel's breathing through the phone that he was struggling to stay calm, it wasn't as if he was scared of prison he had dealt with scumbags worse than anything he could imagine was in prison. But he knew how fucked the system was and everything seemed to be against him right now, he didn't have his meds either because they were refusing them get them from his house until he saw a doctor.

You got: Impulsiveness

You don't think before you act, or get mad, or even speak. Before the notion has finished forming itself in your brain, you rush to make it real, and every nanosecond that it takes is agony. Good meals take time. Successful careers take years of hard work. The things most worth having require patience. You need to work on your long game. So relax and take it slow for once.

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