The Sniper's Heart

Chapter 2

My men stand around me as we all watch the small figure of that hot-headed brunette stomping away, her small fist-print imbedded in the wall next to us. The three people from her military team stand there, the one guy who had wrapped his arms around her shaking his head, stepping towards the hallway that she went down. "I should go check on her-"

"No, Foster. She needs to cool off." The older man says, clasping the younger man on the shoulder. The other guy steps forward and offers a hand to me. I eye it, trying to figure out what the hell just happened.

That little woman came out of nowhere. One minute I was sparring with Hamwrack and the next thing I know, I'm knocking into a tall, curvy brunette with messy hair and wild eyes. The way she tried to shove me, but I didn't budge. She flushed, and she continued to get more flushed the more riled up she got. She cursed at me, her body shaking with the extent of her anger. I loved how quickly I got under her skin, pushing at her buttons while barely saying a word. It was entertaining, thrilling, to try and picture what she would do next. That little, sexy soldier with no filter. If she wasn't such a bitch, she would definitely be my type.

With those hips and pouty lips, burning hot eyes that command attention. Her voice, honey smooth until she's too far gone in her anger. The way she wrapped her fingers in my dog tags and forced me to look at her, the way she grabbed my shirt and almost shook me around. It was...really attractive. How fierce she comes on, how she defends what she knows and the people around her. She had that type of energy surrounding her that sent my cock twitching in my pants.

"Look, we all ain't like Little Red," the guy states, his hand still out held towards me. I reach out and grip his hand, giving it a quick shake before pulling back, my mind reeling. Little Red huh?

"I'm Gambler," the man who shook my hand said, he's around my age, easily. Strongly built and well muscled, a scar running down the length of his arm and a buzzed down haircut. He jabs a thumb at the other man who wrapped his arms around the sexy woman, "That's Foster," and then he nodded his head at the older man standing behind them both, shaking his head. "That's Captain Hersh. Everyone just calls him Captain."

I nod, my mind slipping back to the scent of that woman. She smelled of gunpowder, sweat, and sweet coconut. "Who was that?" Hamwrack asks, knocking his hand against my shoulder as he reaches out and shakes all the men's hands.

Foster shakes his head and sighs with a dopey smile, "That there, is Fallon, we all call her Little Red because...well, you know," he states, glancing down the hallway she went down. The man with the buzzed head, Gambler, steps towards Hamwrack, "Don't bother her, she'll have a red dot pointed to your head while you sleep if you ain't careful." He states, reaching a hand towards Tommy, one of my other soldiers.

He whistles, "She single?" Taking Gambler's hand and asking, flicking his hair back out of his eyes. I clench my jaw, glaring over at my man, willing him to shut up.

Foster sighs and nods, "Yeah. Always has been. Don't think I've ever seen that girl smile. She's always pissed and quiet. I'm surprised you got that much out of her...solider-?"

I clear my throat, nodding my head at Foster before sticking my hands in my pockets, "Lieutenant Marrek."

Foster nods, "Right, Lieutenant Marrek. Well, that woman has always been quiet. Nothing bothers her, at least that's what she makes us believe. That's the most I've ever heard come from her." He states, scratching the back of his neck. "She won't even say that much when I keep asking her out," he grumbles, glaring over at Gambler as he snickers.

He asks her out? My chest tightens at the thought. No way a woman like her should be with someone so...puny. Gambler punches Fosters arm playfully, "Dude, you've been trying for a year. Just accept the fact that she doesn't have a heart under all that," he states, grinning at his fellow soldier. Foster shakes his head but my ears are ringing. The fact that this man thinks he can keep pestering that sexy woman even when she keeps denying him bothers me for some reason.