Commander Wyatt Ryder

Wyatt never bothered celebrating his birthday. it wasn’t an occasion he found particularly cheerful. Surviving another year didn’t seem particularly important to him but he knew others found joy in ce...View MoreWyatt never bothered celebrating his birthday. it wasn’t an occasion he found particularly cheerful. Surviving another year didn’t seem particularly important to him but he knew others found joy in celebrating it. He celebrated when he and his old unit celebrated everyone’s birthday on one day a month for everyone whose birthday fell in that month. He celebrated the December one, but moreso for the others than himself. Instead he sat alone, waiting for New Year. Another year passed, and yet he lived. Somehow, despite his and the universe’s best efforts to make it otherwise. “Not like I have much of anything to live for anyway.”

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Wyatt grumbles something about ‘bah humbug’ as he sits inside with his brandy. Bloody Hearth’s Warming.

KFC made a gaming console. I’ll need to re-read my Nostradamus to make sure, but I think that’s another harbinger of the apocalypse.

Wyatt sat in front of a fireplace, pouring himself yet another glass of brandy. He swilled the glass around a little, hearing the ice clinking against the tumbler as he did. The fire was warm and his ...View MoreWyatt sat in front of a fireplace, pouring himself yet another glass of brandy. He swilled the glass around a little, hearing the ice clinking against the tumbler as he did. The fire was warm and his abode cosy, yet something was amiss. The room was bare, no decorations or anything remotely Christmasy strung up. He turned his head then and looked outside his window at all of the ponies playing in the snow both young and old, celebrating Chrism- Hearth's Warming time. He didn't understand it, not really. The last time he'd celebrated Christmas would have been... 1941? When he was just a kid, with his... His family. He hadn't celebrated Christmas since that year, so long ago. Even when he was in the army and the men were making merry with the holidays boosting morale, all that holiday did accompanied by his birthday no less, was make him miserable. He sat away from the other soldiers who were celebrating, although he of course never missed a chance to drink. During this holiday, he spent it alone, in solitude, stewing in his own loneliness and hatred. He remembered the rationing, the barebones Christmas the men all had to work with. Small palty trees decorated with whatever was on hand, an assortment of tins mostly. Gifting each other favourite rations and the like. He never drank brandy back then, there was pretty much none to be drank. There was rum and pretty much only rum. You could get your rationed whisky, sure, but generally it was rum you had to drink. Wyatt continued to look out at the Ponies celebrating, reminiscing how lucky they were to be able to enjoy and celebrate the holiday as they were, no tainted memories, no bad experiences. 5 years old was Wyatt's last Christmas, after that he never saw the holiday as something to really celebrate. For him it was an occasion to remember years past. Pfft, what wasn't? He remembered the cold, the thin uniforms. Shoving newspapers down your smock to add some extra insulation. Wondering if holding your hands near the LMG barrel when it was white hot after firing would maybe warm you up a little. Wanting any reprieve from the cold at all. But not here, not afterwards. They play in the cold snow, the sight of it excites them... But for Wyatt it just brought back the memories, the screams of the damned... He turned away and poured himself another glass. This was going to be another long Christmas.

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The doggo snoozing next to me started moving all his legs and panting in his sleep xD I think he's dreaming of running Maybe after a rabbit Poor Minsa Rousain

Non-marital handholding pics

I swear to God, Cyprus is where Army careers go to die, but like, not peacefully in their sleep kind of dying, more like dying in a party listening to absolute tunes having the time of their lives.