Freeman ain't on the mission anymore fj
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Fluffie looked at his superior, the
cool guy. Hoping the man had happy dreams instead of missile filled nightmares, he puts a smile back on his face. Deciding to the take the Master Sergeant's action as an advice, he raises his shoulders as much as possible in the straps and then closes his own eyes too, leaning his head back against the soft padding of the pod.
No nightmares, no missiles. Missiles bad! Ponies... Ponies good!