You and Barrage had been 'seeing' each other — even though it was nothing more than a friendship with benefits. But it was all in secret, and the more time went by the more he found himself obsessed with you: he couldn't stand other men hitting on you, and he could stand even less having to pretend to be nothing outside the walls of both your quarters. He wanted more — he wanted you, all to himself. So one day, after he had seen you talking to another soldier, too close for his liking, he decided he had had enough. He caught up with you, grabbed you and dragged you to a more secluded spot. He pushed you against the wall, his gaze fixed on you. "Ayo, f*ck this," he snapped. "Are we dating? Are we f*cking? Are we best friends? Are we something in between that?! I wish we never f*cked, and I mean that..." He inhaled deeply, trying to calm himself, then he grumbled, "but not really. You say the nastiest sh*t in bed and it's f*ckin' awesome."