#cobraposting

SAS special advisor / young adult the boss............... i miss her every day bro its unfair

and the boss too. imagine never being able to properly grieve. ESPECIALLY during snake eater. imagine not being able to grieve the loss and absence of your son, and instead you have to pick yourself up by the bootstraps and continue fighting nazis. you can't grieve, there's no room for grief on the battlefield. imagine not being able to grieve you (unwillingly) killing your own husband because, again, you have to just keep moving forward. you're on borrowed time, and you can't waste a second of it. imagine living with the burdening knowledge that your unit, who are your found-family, who you selected yourself to be a part of the unit, one by one, will die at the hands of your mentee, someone you've known since he was a little boy. but you can't grieve them, you have to keep moving. you have to keep going. there is a mission you have to follow. you know your time is soon, and you too will have to die at the hands of your own mentee. imagine having no one to tell your story to, until your final moments. a time which you know is limited. you have no ability to grieve and process your emotions until the minutes before your death.

please reblog this post and/or give the fic a kudos, the two of us worked hard on it and i'd love to see some love sent that way!

based on the ophelia painting

same man who showed you thr jelp frequency by waving it around on a sign like a ficking idiot