Another first day

Ch.1.Boot.Camp.

"Hey! Get your lazy ass up, now!" I shoot up in bed, eyes falling onto the man in the doorway, his serious gaze burning into me, my bleary eyes struggling to focus on him as a confused hum rumbles in my chest. "On the field in ten, recruit!" He slams the door on the way out, and I throw my blankets off me, hurrying to the best of my ability to stand, confused by the urgency of his command, but hoping not to anger him considering he was huge, and could definitely easily murder me if he wanted.

I dress quickly, pulling my hair back and yanking my government-issued boots over my feet, ignoring the ache in my back from sleeping on that shitty mattress. I leave my room, wandering down the bleak halls, not entirely sure what the man meant by "The field", or why exactly we're in such a rush. The agreement to join their force did not include being yelled at in my sleep, though I suppose it should be expected, being a government agent and all. I leave the flimsy door of the barracks, smiling lightly at the sight that greets me.

He leans on the railing across from the door, eyes trained on mine, dark circles marring his pretty face, his gray shirt and camo cargos looking better than I'd imagined. "Morning." His voice is groggy, eyes low, still half asleep.

"Leon, you waited." He rubs his face, pushing himself up off the railing to walk alongside me, his pace sluggish. I smile amusedly at his behavior, his sleepy actions childish and unbearably cute as we head down the stairs. His eyes drift over to meet mine, slowly becoming more awake as we walk along, both seeming unsure of where we're going.

"Course I did, princess, couldn't let you be late to our first day." He smiles, eyes peering down into mine for a moment before we both turn, a loud voice sounding from behind us.

"Where the hell are you going? Field's this way, you tryna skip out on training already?" He juts his thumb over his shoulder, turning and leading the way as we follow along.

"Maybe if they gave us a tour we'd know where the hell the field's at..." His quiet mutter makes me smile, an amused glance passed his way before we stop, the man standing in front of us with an intense expression.

"I am Jack Krauser, I'll be your primary trainer during your time here. Hey! Get your ass over here, now!" He points a finger behind us, and my gaze shifts, zeroing in on a man, tall, bulky, dark brown hair, jogging over to us, an apologetic look on his face.

"Sorry, sir, they didn't tell me where the field was." He smiles at our trainer, coming to stand beside me, breathing a bit heavily after his run. "I'm Chris, good to meet you, sir." He offers his hand to the man, a glare making him quickly pull back with a nervous laugh before he looks at me, eyes scanning over me as well as the man on my other side. "And who are you? My god, I had no idea they were recruiting models!" He reaches out for my hand, an annoyed sigh sounding behind me making me turn my head, giving a light smile to the overly protective man at my side.

"Enough, introductions will be handled on your own time. Now, it's time for evaluations. I have a series of tasks, all related to necessary skills for a capable soldier. Do your best, this is your starting point." He turns, heading over to some mats set up on the grass. "First, sparring. Kennedy, you're with me."

"Hell yeah, you're all mine darlin'!" Chris points excitedly at me, stepping quickly to my side, pulling me along toward one of the mats.

"What the-?" I laugh at Leon's shocked response, feeling a bit bad for leaving my former partner to fight the seasoned professional.

"Ready, start!" I'm caught off guard by the sudden commencement, not at all ready when my overjoyed partner pounces at me, my dodge barely allowing me to escape his quick hands. He seems much more versed in hand to hand combat than I am, and I fear this match will end embarrassingly quickly. I spin to face him, ducking down when he sends a kick toward my unprotected head, my heart rate kicking up as the danger registers, my body lunging forward, using his one-legged stance to knock him down, my body overtop his, his leg hooked over my shoulder as I attempt to hold him down, well aware it's futile, his large body surely able to overpower me.