Like... a hazy dream? I've heard of soldiers entering a fugue state after trauma. [This was a line of questioning that he should honestly drop. It was bound to get them both in trouble sooner than later, but it was just so fucking interesting toeing the line, seeing the differences in HYDRA indoctrination.] Well, you were Black Ops, weren't you? Details are kind of scarce and you're on your own a lot.
[He shuffled his own cards on his hand, casting his eyes aside. He had revealed too much, but there were times he was reminded how much of a puppy he could be with the people that he truly respected. Still an asshole, yeah, but he wanted to do right by them. He wanted to perform well, show himself a good soldier. So yeah, maybe he felt a little betrayed.
Rumlow hated the idea that he had been betrayed on any level. He had already lost everything, same as everyone else. However, he had lost everything before he had even arrived here. What was the point of being alive if he had nothing to fight for?
Instead of tolerating that look for any longer, he slapped down his cards with a triple, calling the play.]
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[He shuffled his own cards on his hand, casting his eyes aside. He had revealed too much, but there were times he was reminded how much of a puppy he could be with the people that he truly respected. Still an asshole, yeah, but he wanted to do right by them. He wanted to perform well, show himself a good soldier. So yeah, maybe he felt a little betrayed.
Rumlow hated the idea that he had been betrayed on any level. He had already lost everything, same as everyone else. However, he had lost everything before he had even arrived here. What was the point of being alive if he had nothing to fight for?
Instead of tolerating that look for any longer, he slapped down his cards with a triple, calling the play.]
Triple. What do you have, Ace?