This Hunger Games photo contains
fusilier, carabinier, béret vert, forces spéciales, soldat d'élite, and soldat d’élite.
There might also be
tenue de combat, joint de marine, le joint, joint d'étanchéité de marine, navy seal, seal, fatigues, and fatigue.
(WARNING this is not a good form if toi are under 12, so don't read on if so!!!) (And this is not a sex fanfiction either, its just the content at times....) I see Gale walk in, his breath deep and heavy. "What do toi want?" I saw, confused because todays not a Sunday, so he isn't here to go hunting. Gale runs into my arms, almost pushing me over. I hold him back, and I don't want to let go. He turns over to my ear and whispers "I l’amour you..." As Gales head turns back, his lips reach mine, and soon were locked in a deep kiss. He grabs one of my shoulders with one of his hands, and the other...