Captain

Bigger Balls (Victor)

Victor was feeling the blood rushing to his head as he tightened his grip on the trigger. He barely broke a sweat this entire session, but a bit of haziness plagued him.

The swaying of the ship under his feet was calming, yet it was still a cruel reminder that he was at sea, the last place he wanted to be. If anyone asked him how his emotions were currently, right smack in the middle of his duties, he would say without doubt that he was optimistic.

He was beyond ecstatic in comparison to the unfulfilling lonely days he normally spent at sea surrounded by callous, hostile men who caved like ants hills under his strict authority.

Even while he stood with this gun in his hand watching his lieutenant make a fool of himself, his beating heart wouldn't change even a syllable of how he felt these past two days.

Sandra Hollis. She was a chance. A beautiful chance at being free from these long, tedious journeys. She was a home. His attention was stolen back to reality when he heard the safety of a gun being pulled back. His eyes zeroed in on Knox, the first lieutenant of his team. The man had been appointed by him solely for a sick laugh. It was a position so undeserving of Knox that even Victor questioned the move made by himself.

Victor couldn't explain the decision to the higher-ups if they ever cared to ask, but it had been one out of haughtiness. The man didn't have even one ounce of leadership quality in him, but still, an insane thought of 'why not?'' produced this.

Two hours of stimulation training and he was still waiting for the man to make one move that would surprise him, throw him off balance and for goddamn once, make him taste defeat on the ship's floor.

After three long years of the same thing, not once had the man beaten him, but that wasn't the thing occupying his mind like it normally painfully did.

Every movement Victor was making was drilled into his bones, so he acted without sparing even a thought. As Knox rushed towards him, he pinpointed the flaws immediately. His approach was too wide and predictable, pitifully amateur.

"No," He said as it took a second to spin his gun to its back. He slammed Knox straight in the face with it. He then used his legs to sweep the man's feet from under him, causing him to yelp in mortification as he hit the floor on his back.

Victor turned the gun with efficiency, dropped himself onto Knox's stomach, and aimed at his face. He pressed the trigger as if a bullet would shoot right out and splat Knox's brain all over the training floor.

Another silence rang out through the hull. Knox gaped at him, with fear filling his irises. A common reaction Victor was used to. A bitter defeat, he wasn't able to swallow yet again.  Knox's lips trembled. His hand holding the gun fell.

Victor removed his gun from Knox's face and dropped it beside his head with a clack, causing the man to flinch. Victor huffed and settled back completely on the man's stomach, digging his knees into the ground. Knox's brows wrinkled as he accepted his weight in discomfort. Victor peered down at Knox's brunette strands all messy over his tanned, freckled face.

Knox had a boyish look that had never settled right with him from the moment they met, always nipping at his ankles that he was training a kid to throw their lives away for some rich corrupt bastard in control of the government.

"Too much footwork used in your approach. I can see what actions come next, Knox. I feel like I'm still training a rookie,"

Knox's body went pliant when Victor leaned down slowly, placing his hands on either side of his head. The heat of the ground warmed his palms as he laid them flat. He sighed, closing his eyes for a second before reopening them.