A drink with Ward

Ward POV

I looked up from my desk with my reading glasses securely nestled on the bridge of my nose, while evaluating the new territory threat we had been warned about. It seemed this whole world was going up in a ball of shit and soon every human being alive would be clawing at the very existence of itself.

Groban stood in the doorway of my cabin looking at me in a familiar way I had seen him look at me so many times before as a small boy, each and every time that he had done something and was afraid of what I would do or say he would have that same look upon his face. The thing is there was never a thing that he could do to disappoint me, it just wasn’t in him to do so. I wished sometimes that he had indeed been my biological child with Marina, because as much as I loved my son Dax, he showed the characteristics of a narcissistic psychopath.

He enjoyed killing, and the brutality of this world excited him instead of causing him to flinch away