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wordsontongue2011-07-05 08:32 am
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Iraq
Title: Iraq
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bluegerl
Characters: Andy McNab/Viggo
Rating: PG
Warnings: the character has been subjected to torture
Prompt(s): #16: please, "faces of people streaming across my gaze", a picture of pigeons
Disclaimer: I do not know these people. The character Andy McNab is borrowed from "Bravo Two Zero."
Summary: Andy wonders, and wishes...
Author's Note: Slight spoilers for "Bravo Two Zero"
Iraq Somewhere...
Andy squats in the dark filthy cell, cold, near naked, thirsty, bruised, bloody. He doesn't know how long he's been there, he only knows it's daytime by the murmurous mumblings of the pigeons outside the shuttered pinhole of a window.
He disgusts himself for wishing he could see Viggo again; his mates on the parade ground, at a footie match, slogging weary, mud-caked, back from assault courses.
Those remembered faces streaming across... His gaze unfocussed, knees drawn up, hiding... hiding... Does he pray? To Whom...?
"Please, don't make me show them again - they know I'm not circumcised... they can SEE...."
Author:
bluegerlCharacters: Andy McNab/Viggo
Rating: PG
Warnings: the character has been subjected to torture
Prompt(s): #16: please, "faces of people streaming across my gaze", a picture of pigeons
Disclaimer: I do not know these people. The character Andy McNab is borrowed from "Bravo Two Zero."
Summary: Andy wonders, and wishes...
Author's Note: Slight spoilers for "Bravo Two Zero"
Iraq Somewhere...
Andy squats in the dark filthy cell, cold, near naked, thirsty, bruised, bloody. He doesn't know how long he's been there, he only knows it's daytime by the murmurous mumblings of the pigeons outside the shuttered pinhole of a window.
He disgusts himself for wishing he could see Viggo again; his mates on the parade ground, at a footie match, slogging weary, mud-caked, back from assault courses.
Those remembered faces streaming across... His gaze unfocussed, knees drawn up, hiding... hiding... Does he pray? To Whom...?
"Please, don't make me show them again - they know I'm not circumcised... they can SEE...."
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