( intense silence. )

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’m the fucking god of war.

allowing myself to exist in the memories i don't love anymore.

( standing there , covered in blood that isn’t his . it’s dried up and mixed with dirt . )

( scrapping dried blood from under his nails . )

( grunt . )

( doesn’t react , just pulls out a knife to clean under his nails . )

a wipe . it ain’t mine .

ain’t mine . ( unmoving , watching her . ) got a wipe ?

( taking them , slipping one out as he cleaned around his nails and along his fingers . silent out of a few soft sighs . )

you’re next if you keep it up . ( moving to grab said wipes . )

this is why i hit you with the power washed sometimes .

no . ( short and simple . his hand reaching out for the pack almost immediately . ) i can do it myself .

what was that , rat ?

( a grunt in response , pulling one out the pack and shoving the others in his pocket . cleaning under and around his nails first . glancing up at the doctor before grunting and turning away . )

sure . ( just cleaning away , not acknowledging the other outside of what he said . )

( grunting . wearing reindeer antlers and a red nose . )

looking it over , a softer grunt — he’s happy with it . shifting a hand into his pocket to pull out a wrapped up cloth . a new serape . “ yeah . happy christmas . ”

𝙶é𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝙻𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚒𝚡 ❝𝘞𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘢𝘺.❞ ↳ Overwatch agent and worlds best husband ➙ ↻ & ♥?