You said I'm gonna buy this place and burn it down / I'm gonna put it six feet underground Who: U.S. Military (pro_patria) & Attrition Warfare (baitandbleed) What: Ryan doesn't like Dom. Dom loves Ryan. When: Wednesday afternoon. Where: Ryan's place. Warnings: Er, warfare deity.
"Give me five to pack my gear and truck on over, then say it again to my face." Dom didn't know if Ryan thought he'd been kidding. He hoped not; it was always more fun when the Military put up a fight. Threats weren't idle when they came from the God of Attrition Warfare, and while he preferred it when his battle buddy fought rather than ran... Well, the running wasn't all bad. He kind of liked it when a hasty retreat came up.
Locating Ryan wasn't hard. He was the pulse which hummed through Dom's veins. He was every warfare god's heartbeat, full of high anxiety. Dom tracked the other New God like an animal, grinning terribly all the while. His role of Gunnery Sergeant over in San Diego was fun like bayonets, or the crunch of bone, but it didn't satisfy the way Ryan's presence did.
No, Ryan was special, and Dom didn't like it when he buried his head in the sand.
Which was why the sharp-edged, brute force god-thing beamed when he came upon the right apartment door. Then he put his boot to the locks and broke it open. "11 Bulletstopper! Come out and say hello."