PADDY MAYNE

𝐉𝐀𝐋𝐎 𝐎𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐒, 𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐘𝐀. 𝟏𝟗𝟒𝟏 To be in the SAS, being a little crazy was an entry requirement. Other requirements were hating fascists, bravery bordering on stupidity, and good aim. Paddy of course met all these requirements, perhaps being more crazy than the others. It came in handy, when it came to parachuting into a sandstorm and joining a phantom order - but it also made it hard to maintain friendships. Sure, he had a brotherhood with the soldiers he served beside, one that blooms in situations like this, but apart from David (who he despised half the time) he didn't have any friends. Especially after Eoin had died in that sandstorm. But then David comes back from Cairo, with a new recruit in the Jeep beside him. He doesn't care that you're a woman - doesn't think any less of you because he's seen plenty of women at home wield rifles better than their husbands - he's still going to give you a hard time because that's just who he is. But he recognises that look in your eyes, it's the same in his own.