Cracking The Commander (DJ x Commander)

CHAPTER 3

DJ could barely get any sleep. His brain was swimming with different thoughts, mainly wondering about how training was going to go tomorrow. Or...later today, he supposed.

He sat up and turned his head to read the clock.

It read 1AM in bright, red numbers. He had about five hours or so of sleep to get until he had to actually get going before he's late to the training.

A groan left DJ as he dropped his head back down onto his pillow. At this rate, he wasn't going to get any sleep at all.

In an attempt to get rest, DJ shut his eyes tightly, willing himself to just sleep. It should not be this damn hard! Apparently, it was this damn hard because he should've been asleep three hours ago.

DJ decided to preoccupy himself by searching up various techniques to sleep on his phone (well, before he got flashbanged by the sheer brightness of his screen in such a dark room). "Counting sheep...stupid, drinking warm milk...sounds gross. And we have a curfew, I can't get that. Uh...hypnosis? What the shit?" He scrolled aimlessly with no luck. "Do people actually use these things to sleep?" He was beginning to get impatient at the lack of answers and closed off his phone, again setting it next to him in bed.

DJ's best luck at this point was to simply wait.

He closed his eyes and laid there, trying to think of something that wasn't training. Unfortunately, trying not to think of something was only making him think of it more. Which was pretty ironic. What was the point of doing that if it was making his situation worse? That's pretty stupid!

Ugh, all this overthinking was making him tired.

That was the last thing DJ remembered thinking before he finally drifted asleep.

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The very jarring sound of his alarm woke DJ up. His head shot up, sucking in a gasp of surprise. For a moment, he let the alarm ring, still sitting up and taking in his situation. After a solid two minutes of sitting, he sluggishly reached over to the blaring alarm and turned it off with a grunt.

His bed was comfortable. He absolutely did not want to get up... but, alas, he had a job to do and training to attend.

"Ughh. Yeah, training," DJ mumbled to himself. "I guess I gotta get ready." He dragged a hand down his face before finally willing himself to stand from his comfy bed. Cool air against his bare skin made him shudder. That was something he'd have to get used to. He wasn't really sure why the base was kept so fucking cold all the time.

As he brushed his teeth and got himself cleaned up, the anticipation was forming butterflies in his stomach.

Being very meticulous about his appearance, DJ took longer than he really should. Checking the time, he realized he was just on the cusp of being late and he had to go. Fixing his belt and doing a quick check in the mirror, DJ hurried out his dorm room and speed walked his way through the base.

Fortunately for him, it appeared that he wasn't the only one nearing lateness. He passed by the kitchen and locked eyes with Mortar.

"Morning, Mortar!" DJ waved, stopping in his tracks.

"Sup. DJ, right?"

DJ nodded. "Uh — aren't you going to the training?" He watched Mortar lazily reach for a butter knife, causing DJ to glance down and see he was making toast.

"Eventually."

"Won't Comm get mad you're late?"

He received a scoff. "He definitely will. I'm used to him scolding me. I've practically tuned it out at this point. You know, he's a really noisy guy." DJ smirked at his nonchalant behavior.