Soby: An Oath of Peace and War

48: The Real Test

Bret woke up covered in sweat around five-thirty and six in the morning. Shaking with fear like someone or something was watching him, "Something doesn't seem right."

He realized something was wrong, wiping the sweat from his forehead, "Why am I sweaty?"

"Saturday." He told himself quietly.

"What about Saturday?" Skye entered his bedroom, "Is something wrong?"

"Scrimmage." Bret started, "What if I don't get a hit during my one at-bat?"

"Hey, you did your best either way." Skye sat beside Bret on the bed.

Skye crawled closer to him, "My soldier, you shouldn't be this sweaty."

"Anxiety has been affecting my sleeping habits." Bret groaned, "Bloody hell, I need to see a therapist soon."

Skye put her chest in Bret's face, "Just relax on my boobs for a minute."

Bret lay upon his girlfriend's breasts. His face planted into the crevice between them, with him gently licking around the breasts with Skye moaning rather quietly, "Soby, stop, you're going to wake the others."

"This is my time with you. Screw waking up the others," Bret smirked with a whisper.

Skye pushed his face more into her breasts, "Spoiling you with my love. What could go wrong?"

A few hours go by, and Bret is getting ready for the game and proceeds to warm up, throwing the ball and catching it. When Jared spoke up, "Soby, your girl here?"

Bret glances over at his teammate, "Why do you care?"

He smirks, "She's in the stands. We might mess with her later."

"Don't do that. Never mess with another man's girl." Jerzy yells from across the field, "Especially Soby's girl."

"You wouldn't dare touch Soby's girl, would you?" Dominic asked, paranoid as suffering his fury would result in blood. Bret's fury, as the guys called it, is when Bret releases bottled-up anger from everything from his past just to beat the living daylights out of you. The whole team had seen it before.

"If any of you lay a damn finger on her, you're dead!" Bret yelled, "She's mine! Fuck off!"

The team laughed, "You gonna hurt us?"

"I'll show you real damn pain!" Bret then grabbed Jared and slammed him to the ground. He then started choking him out, kicking him in the ribs, and almost breaking one in the process of the "fight" he agitated.

Bret stopped after being pulled off by Z, a lineman who could power-hit. It took a few tries to pull him off. After they pulled Soby off, his teammates hustled into the dugout with Coach Sparks' order. Bret grew into a wave of internal anger within his teammates, "I will not let anyone harm you, Skye."

No one dared to harm or look at Skye, the Lieutenant's girlfriend. People don't screw with military people whatsoever, but the fact that Bret was a soldier and couldn't swing a bat didn't make people fear him. Some did, and others didn't. Z was by far the biggest guy on the team with how much he weighed. Bret refused to stop thinking about anyone harming his pink-clothed girlfriend, "Skye is my prized possession."

***

An inning before Bret's at-bat, the coach was making adjustments to the line-up, none being made for Bret's benefit, "Wow, Sparks, you're gonna rob me of playing time?"

Some guys laughed, and Bret groaned, "How would I make the team if I can't get my playing time?" 

Bret waited and waited in the dugout to play second base. Bret's face rang with disappointment, "Still in here waiting to play. Nothing goes to plan."