@pyrrhicwonâ asked: â i donât trust you. â ( from nix! )
Eric was glancing up, his gaze meeting the other manâs, then shifting to the badges on his uniform. Upon realizing what rank he was dealing with here, he quickly straightened his back and shouldered the rifle. Tiredness was so strong in him that he at first hadnât realized who the man in front of him was. A frown furrowed his brow. That he was born in Germany hadnât made the round, no one knew. So why on earth Nixon didnât trust him, the soldier didnât know. âAn--anâ whyâs thaâ, Sir?â















