DISCONTINUED ||•Beautiful lies•|| Torcher x Soldier AU

||~ Chapter 8 ~||

|| ~ The reason of his insecurities, fears and tears... ~ ||

After Tristan confirmed that Samir was his childhood friend, he felt better than he'd ever had. He still drank the tea Samir left for him tho, since it was good👍 Anyways, Tristan was thinking of a right moment to tell Samir who he was, since they had a little bit too much work to do. And that included training.

Tristan: " Few more laps left people!! C'mon!! Don't be lazy!! And that does NOT mean you girls can stop and do y'all damn make up!! Get back to running!! GO GO GO!! OR ELSE YOU GET EXTRA WORK TO REPLACE THE TIME YOU WASTED HERE!! "

The girls who were goofing around trying to do their makeup groaned, quickly stopped, cleaned their faces and started to run once again.

Tristan: " 645!! Tie your shoes!! Don't want you fall and to injure yourself!! "

Soldier645: " Oh- Thank you sir! "

The rest continued. Samir seemed like one of the only ones who actually tried to do the training tasks. He ran as fast as he could around the track. One, two, three, uh- Six-, FIFTEEN- AH- Until he finished all the laps, which he was the first to finish. He stepped out of the track as he went to grab a water bottle where Tristan was at.

Samir: " Huff.. I'm done sir! "

Tristan: " Yep, I can see that. Need water? "

Samir: " Sure. "

Tristan than handed Samir a water bottle. He took it as he opened it and started to drink from it.

Tristan: " Seems like you're the only one who actually likes training. Everyone else is about twenty laps away from finishing. "

Samir removed the bottle from his mouth and spoke;

Samir: " Yeah, I always try my best. That's how I was admitted here, heh. "

Tristan: " Well I must say, I'm very proud of your work. "

Samir: " Thanks! I- "

Tristan: " 788!! LEAVE 875 ALONE AND KEEP RUNNING!! "

Samir looked to see a soldier grabbing another by the neck collar and was about to land a punch on him.

Soldier788: " Ugh... "

He let go of the other and they kept running.

Tristan: " Oh these people.. Anyways, what were we talking about? "

Samir: " About how I do training I guess and how you were proud of me? " :v

Tristan: " Oh yeah. Anyways.. "

And the two talked. Tristan had to once in a while stop talking to give directions to others while running the track. But they remained in a nice conversation. When Samir spoke, Tristan admired every feature in Samir as he blushed under his mask. He looked at Samir's lips, those pink colored lips which he fought the urge of desired to wrap them with his own into a French kiss. He wished he could gently grab that little chin of his to lift his face up and admire those luminous and sparkly golden-like eyes of his for minutes. He wished he could caress that definitely soft pinkish fur of his as he cuddles him on his chest. Tristan imagined lots of scenarios with him wether voluntarily, or involuntarily. After they did their laps, it was time for their next training task.

Tristan: " Okay guys!! Were now going to practice with fire weapons!! Grab a fire weapon of your liking, get ONLY in front of ONE Of the targets placed in the field!! If I see extra people at one location, someone tries to shoot from a too far distance, OR tries to shoot from their locations into a target that is NOT yours, I will take away your privilege to use fire weapons until next week!! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?! "