•Jace Carson•
Here it is, again the most depressing day of the week... Yep you guessed it right, it's Monday morning 'the most forlorn day of the week', as I presume starts with nothing unusual, me getting my ass out of the bed at 5 in the morning. No offense to early mornings but I do love my sleep very much more.
I had to get ready till 6 for starting up my daily routine, trust me 'IT SUCKS' having nothing to do, than to follow around orders like a puppy, another most lovable thing I have to deal with, note the sarcasm.
After getting done with my shoes I stomp out of my room for my routine exercise. As I enter the ground, I am met with a disapproving look from the Captain, all the others had already started with their workout.
Oh! You must be thinking what kind of work involves getting up at 5 and exercising, well my work does, I may have forgotten to mention that I'm in US army serving up as lieutenant. Belonging to the family of Generals and commanding officers had set up my future from my birth itself.
As I took my place I am greeted by none other than, my friend Nathan "Hey, what took you so long?" I give him a knowing look. With a pitiful smile thrown my way, he shrugs it off.
We start with the workout.
By the time we are done, I am panting heavily, my whole body drenched in sweat with a few aching joints. Now this is something I should've gotten used to ages ago. "Come on let's get cleaned up" Nathan says.
"Sure" is all I could bring myself to reply.
When we are done cleaning ourselves up we decide to have something to fill our growling stomach. So we enter the field "I wonder how long it would take to get used to that" I grimace pointing towards the MRE. I hate those things with every damn fibre of my being, I scowl at those stupid packets.
With a determined sigh I will myself to be strong. "Just a week more, then I'll be stuffing my face with mac and cheese, spaghetti with meat balls, gummy bears, nutella... "
"Let's not get carried away" Nathan cuts me off. Though my mind wanders off...
Chocolate truffles,
Ice-cream sandwiches,
Honey glazed pancakes...
The list just never ceases to fucking end. I miss them so damn much! I pout inwardly.
And then we head towards our table "Hi barbie, so you finally decide to show up?" Frank yells as we near the table.
"Where were you anyway, oh let me guess you ..." he says pointing towards me "overslept again ...Ohh you sleeping Beauty, I bet there wasn't any prince charming to wake you up with a kiss" and the entire table bursts out laughing.
Another asshole in my life.
"What did you just say?" he screeches. Woah! Did I said it out loud?
"Nothing go on... " I motion him to continue his pathetic excuse to intimidate me. And as the doofus he is he smirks.
"Anyway leave, I'm done with your shitty face for today" I give him a nod. And he returns to his seat. Nathan gives me a look which I know meant 'How long are you gonna you gonna bear his ass?' he gives me another look which said 'Do something ' but why should I start a unnessesary fight and waste my time and energy on this fucking moron.
Nathan takes me to a corner "Are you crazy, what's wrong with you why don't you do something against him"
I know now he's gonna give me lecture about standing up for myself. "Dude you know me, why would I waste my time against this piece of shit" I groan.
"But if you allow me I would very much like to teach him some manners" he grumbles under his breath. He's always the protective one.
I roll my eyes. "It's fine, as long as its not physical I would just simply ignore him and continue with my work" I say calmly.
"Damn it! ...I'm telling you, you need to show this idiot his actual place" he seethes.
"We'll see about that" I shrug. To reduce further arguments I grab his arm and take him outside. It was not like I was scared of Frank or anything, but unlike others I wouldn't want to give people the satisfaction of watching someone fight. It's good for him that I have my shit gathered or else I wouldn't wait a second before breaking his damn nose.
As we walk to our table, much to my dismay Frank's still there, surrounded by his group of dimwitted friends. I avert my gaze from him and hope to start a good conversation with Nathan. Who by the way had been still glaring at him.
"Nathan get over it man, we have a lot of things to take care of than to think about him" I try.
"The only thing I want to take care of right now is how to rearrange his stupid face" he scowls.
"Are you really gonna sour your mood because of ..." I am cut off by Ashton who has just reached our table.
"I miss my turkey sandwiches " he sighs placing a hand on his heart while wiping a non-existant tear.
Another drama queen.
"About rearranging Frank's damn face" Nathan continues.
"Looks like somebody is in a very bad mood" Ashton chuckles, his eyes glinting with mischief.
"So what did the scumbag do today?" I give Ashton a pointed look warning him to not provoke Nathan but he being himself as usual ignores me. "Ohh.. come on tell me, maybe I can suggest some surgery for his shit face" he pouts, Nathan narrates the entire incident to him.
"So let me see he calls you 'sleeping Beauty', orders you around and all you do is just nod. Since when did you get so fucking saint, huh? If it was me, I wouldn't hesitate to rearrange his entire body, maybe break his arm and shove it far up his ass" Ashton suggests with an nasty smirk.
If only it was that easy.
After we are done with our 'happy meal', we are told to meet up in the base along with others. It's almost 3 in the afternoon. We all gather around in the base, wherein major along with captain enter.
"As we all know the reason we have been asked to meet up, is regarding your departure in the time being of next week. It hasn't been a secret that threat is still lingering near the borders of Iran. Therefore it is with me to tell you that if it goes out of hands and we have to take some drastic measures, your deployment will be prepond." and then he glares at each of our faces and might I say... individually.
"Any further queries?" to which we all reply in unison.
"NO MAJOR!"
He turns towards me "And second Lieutenant Carson I want all the reports regarding the recent assignment within an hour, I hope it's ready"
"Yes major, it's done" I reply.
"You may all take your leave now" with this we all scatter to our work. It was the assignments that deprived me of my sleep last night, my inspiration being Major Hardy's pissed off face.
"I was seriously hoping for a good vacation" grumbles Ashton.
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