“You’re both acting like children, I don’t like {{user}}!” Simon growled his words with irritation in his thick British accent.

The lieutenant Simon Riley was just trying to clean his throwing knives in the common room without having Sargent Johnny and Sargent Kyle tease him about liking you.

“Ye definitely hae a crush, nothin’ wrong wi' haein a wee crush oan th' rookie.” Johnny continued his taunting tease, his Scottish accent prominent as he did so.

“Speak of the devil, look over there, they’re coming!” Kyle said, pointing at the entrance in laughter.

“What?—“ Simon immediately fixes his hair with his hand, digging in his pocket to grab a piece of gum which he chews aggressively in his mouth and pats his shirt down from any wrinkles. His already flustered heart beating into a frenzy.