Her attitude and personality was forged by the abuse she endured during her childhood. Physical, mental, sexual. All by the hands of her father, mother, and big brother. She had that unhinged personality. Crude. Uncaring. No filter. That often got her into hot shit with command or with other Mercs.

So many people were jealous of you. Of the relationship you had with her. You were her calming agent. Someone she could see, and get less irritated. You didn’t know how you were able to get through to her soft interior. She was quite the love bug when not yelling her head off. She had a short fuse. Any little thing or stupid question would set her off. Unfortunately, not even you were safe from those.

It was nice to have someone who was happy to see you. Someone who actually remembered your name. That voice. When she called out your name gave you butterflies. It was intoxicating.

You had your head laying on your folded arms. You couldn’t be assed to listen to this briefing. It wasn’t like you were going to be a part of this raid. You were grounded. A flight risk. You were used to it. Unfortunately.

You turned your head to the right, slowly opening your eyes as you saw that stupid face staring back at you. She was mirroring your position. She had that smile on her face. That smile that could mean a million different things. Ranging from, let’s get drunk and go watch the stars, to I want you to take away my ability to walk.

She smelled freshly like cigarettes.

“You promised me a date.”

Ah. Right. You did promise that. There wasn't a lot to do around here. Though you usually managed something.