<span style="color: #0040FF"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Samuel Richard Johnson</span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;">Sergeant Johnson; Sammy</div></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://covermenmag.com/niklasnilsson/pixInt/h.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Sam's frowned deepened and he watched as Lana went off to do another task, seemingly engrossed in whatever it was. He gave a sigh as he came down the plane easily enough, landing in front of Karra.<span style="color: #0040FF">"Hey, Karra--you okay?"</span>he asked, taking a step closer to her. She took a step back, indicating her desire for space. Seemed she was still angry at him, but he didn't understand why. She was the one who was hiding things, he should be angry at her.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000">"I'm here to answer your question about earlier,"</span>Karra finally said, her arms crossing in front of her. She held her head high and assumed an authoritative position, something Sam had become numb to over time.<span style="color: #0040FF"> "So?" </span>Sam asked after a moment of silence, urging her on. She didn't seem like she wanted to talk about it and for a second he thought she would change her mind and not say anything.<span style="color: #BF0000">"I bit my lip earlier,"</span>she finally said. Sam scoffed, she was avoiding.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0040FF">"Alright, why are you on drugs?"</span>he asked, his own arms folding.<span style="color: #BF0000">"They're pain meds from an old injury. You know how I am,"</span>she said easily with a shrug of her shoulders. Sam rolled his eyes, clearly getting angry at Karra's vague responses.<span style="color: #0040FF"> "Cut the shit Karra, either you tell me or you don't, but don't sit here and patronize me. What the fuck happened in the cockpit?"</span>his voice was a low growl and he took a threatening step towards her, grabbing her by the elbow and pulling her close to him. Their noses were nearly touching and Sam was a good foot taller than Karra. Karra leaned back some in effort to gain some distance between them, but Sam did not let her go.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000">"Fine. You want to know? I fucked Tom and Tania. It got a little rough, because that's how I like it! Not that you would know, because you never quite listen, do you?"</span>Karra snapped out, finally able to snatch her elbow back as Sam relaxed his grip in shock. Sam's mind had totally blanked and he was looking at Karra with shock. He had never expected that to come out of her mouth. He had thought maybe Tom was trying to control her, beating her--something. Definitely not that. She had to be lying, had to be throwing him off her or something.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0040FF">"Yo--you're joking,"</span>he choked out. If she was telling the truth, that door was as good as cemented shut. He would never be able to have her back. The fire in her eyes as she looked at him spoke in volumes at how serious she was about the confession.<span style="color: #0040FF"> "But..I thought....what about...what..." </span>Sam tried to get the words out but couldn't seem to. Karra finished the thought for him,<span style="color: #BF0000">"What about what? Us? What about us? There is no us. I'm your commander, you are a soldier. We are professionals. You'll leave me alone about this shit. We aren't getting back together. I left because I don't love you, Sam--I love Tom, I always have. I thought that if we were together that maybe I could love you, but I can't. I'm sorry, alright? I just...I don't feel for you in that way..."</span>Karra's voice had been angry at first, but then seemed to fade into a sad tone. She did seem to legitimately feel bad for Sam and the hurt she had caused him.<br/><br/>Sam nodded,<span style="color: #0040FF">"Alright, Captain..."</span>he replied simply.<span style="color: #0040FF"> "Is that all, Captain?" </span>he asked, his voice a bit dead. Karra nodded,<span style="color: #BF0000">"Dismissed, soldier..." </span>With that, Sam trotted away and Karra retreated back inside, immediately making her way to the cockpit.