*and it's only on the second meeting of fist-and-face-and-floor that he registers the distinct separation of bones splintered, unhinged (tsk, soldier, bone on bone only breaks you both)*
*flips the shotgun around and, cradling it in the crook of his elbow, shoves the muzzle deep into your cheek (and you are spitting blood and thin, shrill shrieks and he is clinging so desperately to sight and balance)*
*softly, hoarsely* I will kill you if you are not silent. Right now. Not another sound.