Kyra-Fletcher

“And I don’t want the world to see me” He hurts. In the night where there is no one to see him, he tangles his fingers in his hair and grips tightly, his eyes scrunched firmly shut as he slowly rocks himself, willing his mind to shut down and stop barraging him with thoughts and memories and nightmares; nightmares that assault him even in the day. “’Cause I don’t think that they’d understand” But at those times when the spotlight is on him, he can smile and laugh and joke, and between shooting he can fool everyone. He can make them see what he wants them to see, and once they turn their backs

I need to work on something, so I'll start typing, shall I. A-Team!! "Let me guess. You love it when a plan comes together?!" Face ground out through teeth clenched in anger. He could hear feel B.A's muscles screaming as the larger man pulled at the ropes that bound his arms to a tree. He himself was in a similar position, except where he could see B.A had the good fortune of being tied with his back to the tree, Face couldn't turn his head without having bark and sap pushed right up his nostrils. "Maybe I spoke too soon." Although Hannibal sounded his usual, calm self, Face hoped to the high heavens that the old man was thinking up some