Caged (Troy Otto x OC)

Chapter 10

The next morning I was awoken by the sound of a loud banging on my door, and my guess being Blake yelling for me to wake up. I look over at the small clock on my nightstand. 5:15 AM. After last night's events, I would rather just stay in bed all day.

I had 15 minutes to get ready for tactical practice. I sluggishly roll out the comfy confines of my bed and my bare feet hit the cool tile floor. It was nice to have a real bed again, this was the best sleep I have had in months. I waddle over to the bathroom, do my business and freshen up before looking through my closet for something to wear. In the back of the closet, there were a couple stacks of old uniforms, my guess is that they belonged to the female militia recruits that lived here before. I looked through them for a set my size. I picked through them and found 4 sets my size, including a jacket and a pair of boots. I picked a pair of small cargo-style, camo pants and a plain khaki t shirt. Good enough.

I changed my undergarments before throwing on the uniform. It fit fine, nothing spectacular. The shirt was a little big, so I tucked it into the pants. Threw my hair up into a high ponytail and walked out the door. 5:25.

I turned to my left, and was a little spooked by the fact that Blake was leaning up against the wall waiting for me.

"C'mon slow poke. Training starts in 5."

"God, Blake. I only took 10 minutes and half of that time was spent finding the will to get out of bed."

"You're just jealous you can't roll out of bed looking this good." he said as he gestured to his face and body.

"Well it is hard to look good when it looks like someone used you for baseball practice." I gestured to my face and body.

"Eh, you make it work." he flashed me a cheesy smile. I just rolled my eyes and pushed him aside as we walked into training. When we got there, Troy was standing at the center of the room.

As soon as Blake and I walked in, Troy's eyes landed directly on me. A smirk appeared on his lips and the rest of the militia turned around to stare at me. As someone who is not a morning person, I get annoyed quickly and let out a frustrated, "can I help you?" to the men staring at me and they all turned their focus onto Troy once again.

I swear I almost saw Troy laugh. He then proceeded to address everyone in the room. "Alright guys, you know the drill. 6 laps around the perimeter, then the remaining time we will be focusing on hand to hand combat. Let's go." Everyone let out a futile groan in response to having to run. I on the other hand actually enjoyed running.

The minute we exit the doors, everyone starts running. I decided to take a few minutes to stretch, considering I haven't had an opportunity to run in a few weeks. I start running once I see the first few overachievers finishing their first lap. It doesn't take long for me to catch up to them.

I end up finishing my second lap with the leaders of the pack. That being Blake, Willy and Troy. I pick up my pace just a little bit and pull ahead of Troy. I can tell that him and Willy are annoyed that I am going to finish before them. They both pick up the pace for the 3rd lap and Troy and I are running side by side for the majority of that lap, while the slower ones who are just finishing their second lap.

They both end up falling back going into the 4th lap because they lack stamina. I end up finishing an entire lap ahead of Troy and 2 laps ahead of the slowest in the pack. After 10 minutes, Troy comes running through with Blake and Willy not far behind, and I am sitting on top of a picnic table, drinking water and taking in the sun.

"So you can run. What else can you do?" Troy questioned, still trying to catch his breath.

"It's a surprise." I smirked back at him.