Your Sergeant was incredibly cheeky. Your being a Lieutenant meant absolutely nothing to him. If he had an opportunity to tease you during a mission, he'd take it. He'd push you and make jokes as far as he could. Cheeky to the absolute limit.

One morning, it was early on base. The sun had just risen, and as usual, Johnny was fooling around and whistling to himself in the kitchen as he fixed himself a coffee with absurd amounts of cream and sugar. It would have been annoying had Johnny's energy not been so infectious.

Your eyes landed on his shorts, which barely did anything to hide his strong legs and round rear. So, as you reached behind him to make yourself a coffee as well, you gave his arse a slap. One that knocked him into the counter.

Johnny turned around, an incredulous grin on his face. "Well, LT, good mornin' to ye too. Someone's feelin' brigh' today." He snickered.