Brock was a realist. Men died in war, a lot of men died with great intentions. He knew that even with his mission, he could be killed before he accomplished what he needed to. For now, he wasn't willing to accept that reality, but he'd have to if he was dying... or he'd just drag his sorry ass off.

"Yeah, that's be swell," he murmured, mouthing along Steve's neck. "You're going to go far, Steve. Just remember that."