Voicemail

[goddamngrenades]

You have reached the voice mail system of FOXTROT 12.

When you are finished recording, just hang up or press pound for more options.

To request a locksmith, press one.

To hear these options in Spanish, press dos.

To send a verbal confirmation of a written command, press three.

To send a written confirmation of a verbal command, press four.

For delivery options, press five.

To page this person, press six.

To locate your nearest operator, press seven.

To leave a call back number, press eight.

To repeat this message, press nine.

Press zero for other options.

To mark this message as urgent, press eleven.

Thank you for calling, have a nice day.

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Comments

[pastdoesntdefine]

[ Closure is something they've never really had, not properly, not with partings that led to lives plagued by what-ifs and maybes.

She may have been the better soldier, the better fighter, but she would have been the first to say he was the better person. And she has every reason to think that's still true now.

She's not so sure about her leadership skills nowadays - but Carolina quietly, privately, vows not to let him down. ]

We'll be home, safe, soon. You'll be the first I call.

[ ...so don't spend the entire time they're gone drinking, okay. ]

[goddamngrenades]

I'll make din- okay no that's a shit idea. I'll ORDER us dinner when you get back, okay? My treat. Whatever you want, I got a place for it.

[He'll sort it out, one way or the other. They never have enough time- but honestly? It's probably for the better.

At least until they're both settled.]

[pastdoesntdefine]

[she smiles slightly] Good plan.

[The prospect of York handling the cooking? ..Well, she's been gone a long time but she hadn't forgotten that! At least Carolina has always managed to make basic but edible meals.]

I'm not even sure there is here. So long as there's no mushrooms and comes in extra spicy..? [slight shrug as she continued to step away, pausing only to toss him a second smile, and a hint of a salute with one hand] I'll leave the rest to you.

[ Too much or too little, never 'just enough'.

And there's only so long they can spend time avoiding things once they're settled, right? ...right? ]

[goddamngrenades]

[The salute is mockingly returned- they're not commander and second anymore. They're just...soldiers that were caught up in the same shit for the second time. And friends. Maybe? He's not sure.

He hates not being sure.

He's getting used to being stuck in situations he hates. There's not much else he can do but wait for them to get home. And get a welcome back party ready. It's just a simple rescue op. Shouldn't take a few days.

Right?

Right.]

Take care, Carolina.