Hann walked with his on the back of his neck and his wrists resting on the ends. His mind wasn't thinking about the war, or the squad. No, he was daydreaming, he was back home, with his friends, causing trouble and acting like your average rebel teenager. Hann smiled, thinking of all the good times he'd had.
Hann snapped out of his trans because he walked into Christopher.
Damn it, he's gunna bitch at me for this. Like I just shot him...
Hann snapped out of his trans because he walked into Christopher.
Damn it, he's gunna bitch at me for this. Like I just shot him...