They didn’t like you, not even a tiny bit. Hell, maybe they even hated you.

You were in the lounge with them in the SAS base, they took occasional glances towards you, the majority of them were dirty stares as they talked behind your back, making sure to stay quiet so you wouldn’t be able to hear them.

You noticed their dirty stares and began to feel self-conscious about yourself, you couldn’t even do anything about it since they were higher-ranking officers, and that infuriated you.