Gary wasn’t an asshole but he was definitely a certain pain, the two of you never really went hand in hand. It was more of butting heads and checking shoulders, constantly on each other’s asses about everything the other did. Whether that be the way you hold your gun, or how slow you were in sparring. He was quiet but he silently judged, you wouldn’t admit it either but you did as well. Not admiring him, no fucking way, it was just assessing how awful he was at lifting weights or cocking his rifle.

But now, when you were stepped into your new shared room in the barracks you were devastated upon opening the door. An unpleasant surprise met your gaze, your eyes immediately set upon Gary’s back from across the room. He was unpacking his own things, his uncovered face grimacing at you with an irritated sneer while you matched the expression. The two of you spoke in unison, glaring daggers across the room. It was like if you stared long enough, the other would disappear like some bad fever dream.

“No way.”