Despite the frictions, Fick believes in the men he commands. “I have the best platoon,” he says repeatedly. Away from his men, Fick cannot talk about them without smiling.
I am really passionate about the fact that Nate Fick has the ability to look like an actual cinnamon roll angel while verbally destroying the FUCK out of Casey Kasem.
brad: shut up ray
brad: [graphic accusations of inbreeding in the person family]
brad: i think it’s time for you to shut the fuck up ray
brad: ray you’re so fucking gross why can’t you be more like trombley
brad: [enormous rant about ray being trash]
pappy: heh what would the navy psychiatrists make of ray pers-
brad: maY I REMIND YOU
Doc, is there anything you want to talk about?“
“I’m fine, sir,” Doc Bryan answers.
“If there’s anything on your mind, now’s the time to bring it up,” Encino Man says.
“If you insist, sir,” Doc Bryan says.
“It’s okay, whatever it is,” Encino Man encourages him.
“Frankly, sir, I think you’re incompetent to lead this company.”
“I’m doing the best I can,” Encino Man says.
“Sir, it’s just not good enough.
Ahh bradnate, my love!
Who comes to bed at two in the morning and immediately gets wrapped in a hug and not let go?
So Nate loves Brad, he really does, like, is currently planning on marrying the sucker. But… he has some unfortunate habits. One of these habits can best be described as: Brad is so. anal. about his sleep schedule.
“Could you fucking stay up past 11 for just one night?”
Nate has a job, and he’s taking classes at the university, so that means he’s up to ungodly hours, writing papers and studying and also dying. And Brad doesn’t even have the decency to try and stay up with him! 11 hits and he wraps up what he’s doing and goes to bed.
Anyway, point is, Nate comes into bed, bone-tired, hardly able to see straight after reading so much. And he sort of wants to get back at Brad for being a freaking brat and not cuddle up with him.
But the mattress dips as he slides in and Brad rolls to face him and smiles and hums in sleepy contentment, not giving two fucks about Nate’s half-hearted whining. He wraps him up in a hug and pulls him into his chest.
And like, fuck you, Brad, you’re so warm and soft and sweet.
He always falls for it, just settles in and falls asleep all wrapped up in Brad.
And then Brad gets up at 5 and leaves him again, the jerk.
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