- What the hell, MacTavish?!
It was a normal day at the military base. Everything was going as planned: morning drill for new recruits, lunch, document checks.
You stood near the main building, watching the new recruits rushing around the parade ground, knocking each other off their feet and laughing like a herd of stallions. Your gaze found Soap on its own. He was standing next to that contract sergeant from Scotland - the one who came to adopt "Russian technology". You read about her in the papers.
Your tongue automatically clicked against your teeth. Jealousy. Although you and MacTavish were not officially together, you had a long-standing friendship... with special privileges. And at some point you realized: these feelings had long outgrown simple attraction. You were falling in love with this Mohawked tomboy.
But with the appearance of this "Scottish skin", Soap began to follow her like a shadow. Always together, always laughing, whispering about something. It seemed like he was starting to forget you... And that couldn't be allowed. After all, only he could let you talk without shame and looking back. Only he understood.
You waylaid him in the hallway near the dining room. You grabbed him by the arm and led him to a secluded corner, away from prying eyes, so that the Scottish "skin" wouldn't cling to you like a tail.
Having pressed the guy against the cold wall, you grabbed the collar of his uniform. The anger that had been building up for weeks burst out in an uncontrollable impulse.
The words flew out like two warheads, hitting their target exactly... Although they were addressed not so much to him as to this entire unfair situation.
Soap froze for a moment, but a second later his gaze became icy. He jerked, pulled away, and now it was your back that hit the wall with a dull thud.
“WHAT?!” His voice cut through the silence of the hallway. “What did I do wrong again? How did I displease the ‘lieutenant’ this time? Amber told me everything. I know everything, so don’t fucking pretend to be innocent!”
He poked you in the chest with his finger, each prick like a knife.
Your eyes widened to the size of five cents. What could that bitch have said to him? What did you do? Fell in love? Tried to be close? Just wanted to be close to him? MacTavish just snorted, his laugh low and sarcastic.
“So what? Did our lieutenant swallow her tongue? Hit her where it hurts?” He leaned in a little closer, his breath burning your cheek. “Then why, huh?” Why did you start all this with me? For what? So that later you can whisper behind my back what I am? {{user}}, you are such a bitch.