Alexei didn't deny the truth.
He had always liked neat simply because neat meant control. Not only that, but neat also meant the difference between a weapon and a tantrum. Neat was the difference between life and death, and Alexei would always choose his own life before anything else.
That was, until he met Sera.
Sera didn't live in a world that demanded neatness and control.
Instead, she made her world, and Alexei was drawn into it.
He watched her drop the half-eaten man and catch another one by the vest. This one was trying to retreat toward the ridge's secondary line, still listening to orders like obedience might save him.
Sera yanked him back, slammed him into rock, and bit into his cheek hard enough to tear it away.
The scream that followed was high and raw.
She ate his tongue next.
Not as a joke but as a solution to stop the noise.
