Walt stood before the front door of Nate Fick’s apartment for almost five minutes before he summoned up the courage to knock. He won’t mind you dropping by, he told himself for the three hundredth time. He wouldn’t have posted his address to the Bravo Two grapevine if he did. Even if the LT – sorry, the Captain – hadn’t actually logged into the forum for months now.
But that was why Walt was here, really. If Nate hadn’t heard – well, he deserved to hear it from a brother, if so, and in person. Walt nodded to himself, firmly, and rapped on the door.
“Coming!” came a familiar voice from inside, and a moment later the door opened to reveal the captain, grinning, in the midst of saying, “What, did you forget your – ”
He saw Walt and stopped dead, smile dropping off his face. “Corporal,” he
