OK forgets where he is, for a minute. It's easy to slip back in to the old ways, to trot after Ohio without a thought and keep their asses covered as they venture in to the building together. It's just like old times, and it's not until Ohio starts his one-man grunt-smashing party that OK glances up, catches a glimpse of two unfamiliar bodies huddled down behind Covenant canisters, and remembers hey, this actually isn't "old times."
He freezes up. He's not ready to meet Ohio's kids. Not when he's going to have to (probably) murder them within the next ten minutes.
That in mind, OK whirls around and begins speed-walking back in the direction they'd come from, all of a sudden wondering where his own team is. Considering he hasn't heard a peep out of any of them for a while now, he's assuming they're either dead or have fucked off and bailed in the only transport out of here that he has.
The former wouldn't be so bad. If they're dead, he doesn't have all that many fucks to give- they're no better than strangers, to him. If it's the latter, however, he's going to be real, real salty, because now he's gonna have to kill Ohio's kids, kill Ohio, and then steal their ride.
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He freezes up. He's not ready to meet Ohio's kids. Not when he's going to have to (probably) murder them within the next ten minutes.
That in mind, OK whirls around and begins speed-walking back in the direction they'd come from, all of a sudden wondering where his own team is. Considering he hasn't heard a peep out of any of them for a while now, he's assuming they're either dead or have fucked off and bailed in the only transport out of here that he has.
The former wouldn't be so bad. If they're dead, he doesn't have all that many fucks to give- they're no better than strangers, to him. If it's the latter, however, he's going to be real, real salty, because now he's gonna have to kill Ohio's kids, kill Ohio, and then steal their ride.