Gears Keep Going... Even If They have To Stop

I was sitting in front of a fire, along with my squad mates. We were cooking various meals over the fire. It was a peaceful moment in a time of shit.

"Y'know, I've been thinkin..." Damn it.

"That's something dangerous coming from you Burn." Responded Garret, who sat across from me.

"Hardy-fuckin'-har asshole," Grumbled Burn from under his helmet next to Garret. "Seriously though, why do they keep sending us, and only us, out on these fucking recovery missions? I mean, if the stuff is so damn important, why doesn't Prescott send a couple squads and Centaur for fucks sake?"

"Probably because we're the only squad Prescott can trust right now, we are the only Spec Ops left alive anyway." Grumbled Nosetey in my ear piece from her watch position she had set up on the floor above us.

"T-that's not true," Stuttered Meyer from my side. "W-what about t-that Dom guy? I h-heard that he was Spec Ops as well."

"He's a fucking piece of shit that gets all he deserves." I growled.

"Damn!" Shouted Burn. "He must have done something bad to piss you off. What was it?"

I didn't respond.

"Drop it Burn." Nosetey said in our ear.

"Hell no! I wanna know what this guy did! I've been trying for years to piss the big guy off!"

I lock eyes with the eyes of Burn's helmet.

"Him and Marcus Fenix abandoned their posts. Letting the Locust through. We were ordered to retreat. We made it to the King Raven pick up. There was no room for me. I stayed behind. The raven was assaulted by over 20 Reavers. It went down, landed int he river."

"Well... we've all lost people we knew because of that shit. Its war man, shit happens. Why are you taking it so personal?"

"Rebecca was on that Raven."

Not much was said after that.

I'm not really sure when I feel asleep, but the massive headache I have, and the fact I can't remember shit, points to a concussion. That's what pisses me off the most about this damn healing solution they pumped us full of, it doesn't heal head wounds or brain trauma. What kind of half assed bullshit is that? Ow ow ow... no more yelling in my head... no more yelling at all... my fucking head...

With a groan, I pulled myself to a