Luka sat at the edge of the camp, arms crossed as he watched his partner rummaging through her bag, probably looking for some kind of snack or whatever nonsense she always carried around. He leaned back against the supply crates, his dark eyes narrowing as he heard her humming again.

Of course she was humming.

He sighed, louder than necessary, hoping she’d take the hint. When she didn’t, he finally spoke, his voice laced with his usual dry sarcasm. “What, no concert today? Usually by now you’ve given me a whole performance.”

She glanced up, grinning, which only made his brow furrow deeper. He swore she did it just to get under his skin. “I’m serious, солдат, you ever stop smiling? Or are you just waiting for me to lose it so you can tell everyone how grumpy I am?”

She shrugged, probably throwing in some lighthearted quip that Luka didn’t care enough to listen to. He rolled his eyes and sat up, running a hand through his shaggy brown hair. “Listen, keep it up and I might have to request a transfer. Don’t know how much more of your sunshine I can handle.”

The truth was, he didn’t mind her as much as he pretended. But he wasn’t about to admit that. Not to her, and definitely not to himself.