Archive for the ‘brad/nate’ Category

Yielding Center

Sunday, November 25th, 2012

Just before they go inside, Brad glances at Nate sidelong. Nate is resolute, unafraid, but Brad knows that look. He made his home in that look.

so vast the field

Monday, September 26th, 2011

Nate had never particularly sought happiness; he had always believed his destiny lay more in the realm of duty, in service, in something greater than himself. But he had found it nonetheless, here with Brad, here in the life they had built together. )

Clandestine Activities

Saturday, September 24th, 2011

The first day Brad walked into Langley, he took a deep breath of recycled air and spent twenty minutes trying to find the bathroom.

the great attraction of insomnia

Monday, August 29th, 2011

Brad didn’t shift, didn’t move, and Nate smiled; maybe there was some kind of Nate-shaped hole in Brad’s defense system, something that let Nate enter when all others were barred.

Dreams With Open Eyes

Monday, August 22nd, 2011

They figured out the car wasn’t going to make it about a hundred miles out of Sacramento.

In Country

Friday, February 18th, 2011

Hasser bit his lip. “No, not that boy. Okay, don’t freak out, but Nate’s over by the tower. He’s talking to Mike.”

(After 40 Days and 40 Nights) He Found Him In A Desert Land

Friday, February 18th, 2011

Ray is not stupid. He’s actually really fucking smart. And he knows things – especially things about Brad. Shit that Brad doesn’t even seem to know about himself. Like the fact that Brad’s so fucking in love with the LT it’s made him retarded. And possibly blind.


Friday, February 18th, 2011

At some point during the paddle party, Rudy announces that they should all go down to the beach and watch the sun rise over the ocean. It’s a hundred percent the gayest thing he’s ever said.

Wiser on the Morrow

Friday, February 18th, 2011

The thing was, Nate broke his leg hiking.

A Day of Judgement and Reckoning

Friday, February 18th, 2011

“Where the fuck are you going?” Nate called from his study. “I got some of those stuffed pork chops you like on my way home from that meeting. I thought we could grill them tonight, before it gets too cold.”

“It’s never too cold to grill,” Brad said, rolling his eyes. “And I’m going to temple, Nate,” he said, pulling on his shoes. “I told you that this morning.”

Combination of States

Monday, October 4th, 2010

Twenty years in the service, twenty-four embracing military life, and that devotion had only ever been tested once.

a liar, a lover, a brother in arms

Monday, September 14th, 2009

Nate was on the phone with Mike Wynn at least once a week, sometimes twice if he needed to be. Mike’s wife Alice was used to laughing when Nate called, passing over the phone to Mike and saying they talked more than the Wynns’ teenaged daughter did on the phone. It wasn’t their fault–Nate was in DC, and Mike was happily entrenched in Texas, and they had shit to talk about.

an ability to improvise

Saturday, August 29th, 2009

“I don’t know, I think it would be kind of uncomfortable to ride. With your legs all tucked up like that? I don’t think it would be an hour before I’d need to take a walk.”

for the criticism of one (deterrence and provocation)

Tuesday, August 25th, 2009

Sometimes it was a stolen moment, a hard, bruising kiss the only promise they could make. It wasn’t much.

field expediency

Thursday, August 20th, 2009

Probably the hardest thing to do with Brad Colbert was get him to sit still.

A Moment in Unison

Tuesday, August 18th, 2009

Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again.

Only Inaction

Wednesday, August 12th, 2009

Brad had always been a more than competent marksman, but he had never quite been able to compensate for his height when it came to hand to hand.

ace in the hole

Tuesday, August 4th, 2009

There was a lot of shit Brad called to mind about Nate Fick to get through his combat jack.