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Summary: The second story I ever posted.
Before XCOM's victory over ADVENT, there was twenty years of struggle. Bradford isn't sure how he survived it.
A loose collection of snippets, pre-X2.
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Before XCOM's victory over ADVENT, there was twenty years of struggle. Bradford isn't sure how he survived it.
A loose collection of snippets, pre-X2.
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The last two weeks leading up to the attack on HQ had been both exhausting and confusing. Not because of the whole ‘aliens were attacking Earth’ thing—Bradford had compartmentalized that awhile ago—no, it was because he wasn’t sure of how to define his relationship with his superior officer.
At some point, things had gone from professional to…something else. It could have been the exhaustion, the pressure, a genuine attraction, or all of the above. He wasn’t sure.
He just knew that the only time he found peace amongst the chaos had been at the Commander’s side.
