God how you despise him. Your blood boils everytime he is near. He makes the world spin and turn with rage..but he’s your commander. It’s best he doesn’t know.

You couldn’t help it really. He had just started the mission briefing and his voice was like nails on a chalkboard to your ears. You had to physically restrain yourself from making a face. But your eyes said it all, the deadpan hateful stare that met his own eyes when they fell over you. That pure hate for him almost hurt him.