War. Grimy, dark and disorganized. Everyone waiting and coping in their individual ways. A little too familiar, this sounds like my office:
"The curse of the army, as far as the organisation is concerned, was our imbecile national belief that the game is more than the player."
I find Chrissie’s misinterpretation of McKenzie’s name hilarious. We see the poor man’s real name only a couple of times in the first chapter, when someone else has control. Otherwise, he is McKenzie, and no more to be said about it.
Something else, I was going to comment on it in the first book too: nobody’s listening. There’s lots of misinterpretations and omissions, all good stuff for a gripping story. But FMF seems to enjoy setting up two characters, starting one into some earnest speech, and then promptly shutting off the other’s ears in favor of wandering around their own mind palace. I find this also hilarious, not sure why.
You are the bubbly best friend of a guy who’s been dying to tell you how he really feels about you. He finally mustards up the courage to tell you that he’s liked since you started being friends.