Ward frowned, inwardly cursing himself for letting his guard down. Taking a deep breath, he let inout slowly as he set down his weapon. It was of no use to him in pieces. And anyway, he wouldn't shoot his bond.
"Maybe I am?" Tilting his head, he turned and gazed up at Brock. He didn't smile, didn't show any emotion on his face as he took in the man before him. "Maybe I just like to be ready?"
The scarring was something he had heard about, but not seen. Not yet. Even in a secret organization, people talk. Some more than others. Ward grew good at listening.
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"Maybe I am?" Tilting his head, he turned and gazed up at Brock. He didn't smile, didn't show any emotion on his face as he took in the man before him. "Maybe I just like to be ready?"
The scarring was something he had heard about, but not seen. Not yet. Even in a secret organization, people talk. Some more than others. Ward grew good at listening.
"Gonna come in or just spy ok me all day?"