Day 7, eary evening, mess hall, attn:anyone
Aiden sat down at an empty table with his sandwich, fruit and coffee (lord knows he needed it, he was so tired after the mission) and proceeded to start on his mission report. Not that he really wanted to. He really just wanted to relax with a good movie on his small by comfortable bed. 'Duty before play...' He thought wryly.
He thought about the mission as he got to explaining it. He sighed, running a hand through his curly hair. That was a close one. Teyla was injured, but she'd be okay. But he was still concerned for her, even though he had just checked on her in the infirmary. Looking at that in perspective, he was less embarrassed about causing Calvin to lose his lunch .
He was satisfied, somewhat, about the intel they had gathered. Still he was shaken at how close the Wraith has come to doing harm to his teammates. He knew he could trust them, and himself, but.....Aiden shook his head. 'You're alive, everyone's OK."
He started writing, reluctantly, but desperate for a distraction.
He thought about the mission as he got to explaining it. He sighed, running a hand through his curly hair. That was a close one. Teyla was injured, but she'd be okay. But he was still concerned for her, even though he had just checked on her in the infirmary. Looking at that in perspective, he was less embarrassed about causing Calvin to lose his lunch .
He was satisfied, somewhat, about the intel they had gathered. Still he was shaken at how close the Wraith has come to doing harm to his teammates. He knew he could trust them, and himself, but.....Aiden shook his head. 'You're alive, everyone's OK."
He started writing, reluctantly, but desperate for a distraction.