After the events at home and his brother Cyrus running away to let him live his own life, Sebastian was lost. He had nothing. His family was gone, his home was gone. He had nowhere to go, nothing to do. All he had was the gun his father had left him.
He lived on the streets in the nearby town for a while and while living there he heard rumors about a war that was going on in Afghanistan. In hearing of this, he decided that he would try to get involved. If he didn't die during the war, he would at least have money afterwards from being a part of the forces to get himself a place to stay.
So after a few weeks, he went to the nearest station to enroll. He had to go through some testing in order for the officers to be sure that he was fit enough to join, and they also tested other things, like shooting. Sebastian by-passed everyone in that area of the training and testing. He had been shooting his entire life, and was a damn good shot.
He was quick to make it up the ranks while at base doing training and drills and other things. Before long he was designated to a team as their guard for when they were supposed to be shipped out. It was during this assignment that they met.
While out, one of the guys on the squad got into a fight with Sebastian, he couldn't even remember what it was about at this time, but he knew it had gotten him pissed off enough to shoot at the man. Not shoot to kill, of course, because he was part of the squad he was supposed to be protecting. But he shot him, all the same, and had to bring him to the medic of the squad.
"Excuse me, you're the medic, aren't you? Er...Watson? Dr. Watson, wasn't it?" Sebastian asked as he brought the injured man into the tent.
The blond man turned around, a small smile on his face before he saw the bleeding man. "Jesus! What happened?!" he exclaimed, rushing over to help the man onto one of the beds that was set up.
Sebastian sighed. "I...shot him, sir." he said simply, shrugging a bit, a cigarette hanging from between his lips.
"You.../shot/ him?! But he's part of our squad! Why would you shoot him, Moran?" the blond man asked, quickly getting to attending to the man's wound, cleaning it and getting ready to close it up. He glanced at Sebastian when he didn't receive an answer right away. "Well?" he asked, looking at the man with a stern gaze.
"I...well...he threatened me, sir." he said, rubbing the back of his neck gingerly. "I don't...I'm not really a people person, sir, I didn't...I don't know how else to deal with people..." he added, looking down at his feet.
John sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation. "Moran...you know that when you get relieved, you'll have to deal with people in the outside world. And if they confront you, or threaten you, you can't just /shoot/ them! You have to learn how to...how to talk things out!" he said, wrapping the man's bandage as he spoke.
Sebastian nodded, disappointed in himself, and upset that he had disappointed the attractive young doctor. "I'm sorry, Dr. Watson...I'll do my best to learn quickly."
((This one I don't want to continue, but I thought I'd post it anyway.))
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