<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/>Sam gave a frustrated sigh, sitting in his seat. Lana had walked off--she had made her decision. He was disappointed and angry. Angry at himself and angry at her for not understanding. He had really thought there was potential there, but it seemed his luck was to always pine after the women who did not desire him. At least with Karra she had, for the most part, never reacted badly with his honesty. The only time she was angry at him was when he would ask her anything about her past. It was something she was very protective of, and he was sure that not even Major Tom could ever pull Karra's secrets out.<br/><br/>But Lana...it was more irritating, more aggravating. It made him upset that she walked away--but maybe it was for the best. He didn't want her to be different than what she was--he just wanted her to stop and think for a moment. To really take a moment to breathe. She clearly was a reactor and not a thinker. It probably came with being a sniper. She had to be quick on the draw, whereas he had to stop--plan--calculate. He was a rescuer, not a killer. His missions were to infiltrate, take out the enemy, rescue the hostages. Hers was to shoot first, ask questions later. They were both very skilled at their jobs, but it obviously influenced the way they interacted with others. Lana would always pop off her mouth before she ever considered the weight of her words--and he would always consider the consequences of doing this or that. But when the consequences for doing the right thing outweighed the consequences of doing the wrong thing, what was he to do? He hated the idea of them turning into something like that. Him, always debating heavily if his honesty was worth her ire, and she--always wondering if this next time he would lie. There was something seriously wrong in that situation, and he certainly didn't want to be a part of that kind of dysfunction.<br/><br/>Maybe sometime down the road they could try something--but as it was now, they were too different and too unknown to one another. If they got to know each other, see how the other operated without expectations or hopes--maybe someday something could be there. But not that day. Not now.<br/><br/>Sam leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and rubbing his face exhaustively,<span style="color: #0040FF">"Goddamn..."</span>