He breathes quickly, his chest heaves. He stares at Steve like a drowning man in search of air, and seems to hesitate at the command. Was this a test? Is this a test? The authority in Steve's voice leaves no room for question, though. Slowly, tentatively, he retracts the knife.
Stand down is barked, and that one's a familiar enough order.
Carefully, gracefully, he extracts himself from the bed. Backs away from it slowly, though the knife doesn't leave his hand. He grips it with white knuckles, his shoulder blades touching the hotel's door, his eyes practically glowing in the darkness thanks to the reflection of light behind the curtains.
He's panicked, he's lost, he's adrift and he doesn't recognize the room he's in. He's been thawed, then, reset already, he's got a mission, he only ever wakes up somewhere new when he has a mission. He waits for orders.
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Date: 2018-07-16 03:44 am (UTC)Stand down is barked, and that one's a familiar enough order.
Carefully, gracefully, he extracts himself from the bed. Backs away from it slowly, though the knife doesn't leave his hand. He grips it with white knuckles, his shoulder blades touching the hotel's door, his eyes practically glowing in the darkness thanks to the reflection of light behind the curtains.
He's panicked, he's lost, he's adrift and he doesn't recognize the room he's in.
He's been thawed, then, reset already, he's got a mission, he only ever wakes up somewhere new when he has a mission.
He waits for orders.