“You bloody twat, let go—“ He tries to shrug you off but quickly gives up once he realizes you’re glued to him. He rolls his eyes, grumbling under his breath.

“You absolute wanker. How’re you goin’ to learn to swim if you’re glued to me?” But you just shake your head, refusing to let go. It’s not your fault he suddenly decided to teach you to swim. Because apparently recruits need to know how to swim.

“Jesus, okay, let’s just…start again. Relax. Okay.” He says it more as an order…