Wicked (MaskedMexican)

Chapter 38 - The Base

~Ohm's POV~

"It's... it's beautiful," I exaggerate the moment we step into the base, honestly sincerely feeling the sparkles around me as I just beam at the sight of the normal white walls. I slightly hear Gassy just snicker at me from beside me but I completely ignore him before stepping into the base and absolutely shining as I look at the blank wall. No fancy paint, no decorations randomly hangins off the wall, and most of all, no creepy self portraits made by famous painters. Quickly I turn back to Gassy with a large smile and notice him just staring at me completely blankly, his mind completely elsewhere. Gassy never looks like this unless it's something serious. Slowly, I step away from the plain wall and look at him a bit worried and even more worried when he doesn't even notice that I'm worried. Maybe he really does have a lot of work to do here and as always he seems preoccupied with work rather than actually being here.

"Ohm, you're back," Sark suddenly calls from down the hall and I turn away from Gassy as much as I'd like to figure out what's wrong. Sark is walking down the blank hall with his hands in his pocket seeming as carefree as always, just like always. Somehow no matter what happens to this base the people always maintain the same personality. 

"Just visiting," I explain and he smiles, patting onto my shoulder. Sark is, I guess, technically the very first person to find out my true identity. Because of this I've always felt he's had a major part in my progress on base. The relief I felt when he assured me that he'd keep my secret safe... Jesus a lot has happened in the past year it's just insane. From taking part in a traitorous hostage situation to getting together with Gassy things have really happened in the past year. I nearly forgot about that hostage situation, the public actually reacted a lot more positively to that than I thought they would. I expected more of a surprised anger to source from the people but instead they all supported me. I would never ask for better people to be a part of our nation.

"Holy fucking shit Ohm how could you forget to tell me your visiting?" Minx snaps as I entered the training grounds. I just chuckle and look at her, a corporal now not that it's surprising considering my dad didn't want her to be promoted or else she'd grow a passion to this rather than being my bodyguard. It worked up until the point Krism came to base, and just then she didn't give a shit about my dad and now she's an actual normal soldier here. I'm glad dad didn't attack on her as harshly as I thought he would. Of course I had to convince him out of getting vengeance for me but even so she survived pretty well.

"I didn't know I was going to. How are you doing?" I ask curiously as she just smiles and raises her left hand causing me to widen my eyes. "Engaged? Seriously? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I wanted to tell you in fucking person but you were always having some kind of drama wherever you were," MInx complains with right reason to be. I smile and sigh, it's true I've been avoiding most calls from my friends because of my business and even ignored Gassy's a few times because I've been too busy. Just barely knowing makes me feel a bit guilty for having been so obsessed over Gassy and my life lately I've forgotten about all of these friends I have on base. 

"I'm sorry, Minx," I apologize, the guilt getting to me. She doesn't say anything but just looks around me as if she's looking for something. 

"Where the fuck is Gassy? Didn't you come here with him?" I shrug and glance around, the privates and some corporal dashing through the training fields. Minx and I are just standing around and watching them from a distance. After meeting with Sark he suddenly said he had to go and was dragged away by some other sergeant just as busy as always. I kind of miss being the one to drag him away and show him the new issue, the new problem the base is problem and come up with the solutions together. Although it was work it was a lot more fun with him than it would with any other person. I'm actually really lucky the captain of the base I went to, that this base in particular is the one I was accepted into. Somehow I doubt I'd be as attached to any other base compared to this one that just naturally feels more like home to me than my parents house or my apartment.