Unexpected beginnings

Coffee friends

For the next week, you continue your assignments, work hard, and seeing Soap every morning at the coffee shop, but now you walk to the office together.
"So, y/n," Soap starts as you two walk to the office, "why did you move here and take a dangerous job?"
"Umm- I have a degree and I wanted to use it, and getting out of my small town is something that I needed," you tell him looking up at his pretty eyes,
"Yeah you're qualified for it, but why did you take this job," he says smiling at you,
"It just called to me, I'm not one to like government, but something told me I needed to be here, and that something wasn't just the pay." You say smiling back as you two arrive at the office,
"Fair," Soap says changing the subject, "so are you going to training with us this weekend?"
"Training? Do I need to go? I'm not exactly doing the same things you and the rest of the team are," you say knowing that you're out of shape and can't remember the last time you ran.
"I think you might need to talk to Price about that, sorry y/n," Soap looks a little sorry for you, as you are not even close to the shape they are in.

You walk to your office and set your things down, ready to work when, of all people, Price walks in,
"Hey," you smile and add just the little bit of sarcasm to your voice to show that you're not exactly excited for your next statement, "just the person I was looking for. So this morning, I heard about a training thing this weekend, what's up with that?"
"Well, that's just the thing I came to talk to you about. It's mandatory for the team to have weekly training together when we're not on a mission except for the weekend after we get back from one," the face Price makes next tells you exactly what the bad news will be, "you have to go to. I'll make it easier for you. The rest of us have been doing this for years, but if we're going to have you on the ground during some missions, then you have to at least have basics and maintain yourself."
"Thank for telling me, and don't expect much," you say, turning back to your work.

The rest of your morning continue normally, until lunch. As you're sitting on your small couch, snack and scrolling through your phone like normal, a message pops up on your monitor. It's from Ghost, the only teammate that you don't really know. The message says, 'meet me in my office.' You don't get a please, or an explanation, just the single sentence.

You start walking to his office, when you get stopped by Soap,
"Hey, did you figure everything out about training?" He asks,
"Um yeah, I have to go, but Price said he would make it easier on me," you tell him while racking your brain as to why Ghost would want you in his office,
"Great, glad you're part of the team," Soap says then playfully punching you in the arm, "see you later,"
"Yeah, see ya," you say lacking the conviction to make Soap believe your in a good mood. Soap give you a comforting face before letting you walk away.

You make your way to his office and knock on the door,
A deep handsome voice answers with, "come in,"
You walk in and see him sitting at his desk, looking over his paper work, "um, is there something you wanted?" Uncertain of what he wanted you stand plainly in front of his desk,
Ghost slowly looks up, "yes. You're out of dress code," he plainly states, "I'll let it slide this time, just don't let it happen again,"
You were most certainly not out of dress code. You were wearing a black flowy dress that reached from your collarbones to your knees and a grey cardigan over that. Your hair was pulled back into a bun, and you were wearing your black docs again. "Okay? Is that all?" You ask,
"Yes, you can leave" Ghost tells you without looking up.
"So, to get this straight, my body was so distracting to everyone in my private office, that you had to pull me away from my work to tell me to be here?" You say standing your ground, even though you know this couldn't end well, but you doubt that you would be fired in your valuable position.
"Excuse me?" Ghost now looks up at you with your arms crossed, standing over his desk, "y/n, it is only your second week here. I don't think you have the authority to talk to me like that, now leave my office if you know what is good for you," the anger in his voice rising and he looked as if he was going to stand up and throw you across the room.
Sarcastically you reply, "yes, lieutenant," before giving him a two finger salute and promptly leaving and closing the door a little too hard behind you.

You walk back to your office with a stride of confidence that you didn't have before, you had felt with some assholes back in America, but you never got the chance to actively call one out like that. On your way back, you let your hair down and take off your cardigan to reveal the short sleeves of the dress, just to rebel.

You get back to your office and get back to work, but not half an hour later, Soap barges into your office.
You greet him with a smile, "hey, what's up Soap? Is there something I can help you with?"
"Uh, yeah, what was up with LT? I heard his door slam earlier and now he's in a pissy mood, did something happen?" Soap asks marveling at your hair being down.
"Yeah, he's upset that I talked back to him," you nonchalantly reply,
"Why would you do that? He's your superior," Soap says, looking almost worried,
"He called me away from my private office and my work, to tell me that I'm out of dress code. Total asshole move," you continue, "so I told him why he was in the wrong, indirectly, of course, then closed his door a little too hard on my way out. It's all totally justified,"
"I agree that it's justified, but you still don't talk to your superior like that," Soap looks exhausted, "anyway, training tomorrow is at 8 am, on the field, you know where that is?"
"Yes, I know where that is, we walk by it everyday on our way here together," you look up at him with a soft smile before he goes behind your desk and sits on your couch. You and Soap talk for the rest of the day with you do your work and he neglects his. He is your first real friend here.