Daisy | Simon Riley

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Lieutenant Riley

You coming to PT?

Who is this?

Daisy.

Are you coming? We're both supposed to lead training

How'd you get my number?

Are you coming or not?

I'm coming.

Had to deal with something first.

Don't text me unless it's an emergency, yeah?

But what if I want to talk to my favourite Lieutenant?

Don't push it.

Or if I have a nightmare?

I'll block you.

I don't think you're allowed to do that

I'm sure there's a policy about it or something

I'm on my way.

She smirked down at her phone, enjoying how riled up he'd gotten.

Or maybe that was just how he texted...

As her eyes lifted, they scanned over the two squads who jogged around an outdoor track. She was impressed to find that they'd started before she could tell them to, obviously dedicated soldiers. Or, more likely; Ghost was a hard-ass.

She would certainly learn over the coming months since she would be mentored by him. She had yet to have the chance to command a platoon, so she was assigned to Ghost's to learn. She was eager, although being partnered with him didn't particularly excite her.

She'd not really gotten to know him the night before, and although the alcohol had loosened him up a bit, he still only offered short, brash comments into conversations.

In her years in the military, she'd never worked with someone like him. Someone who was perpetually grumpy—well, at least from what she'd experienced so far. And although she probably shouldn't, she enjoyed challenging him. Asking him questions she knew he wouldn't answer. Pushing. Teasing.

But that's all it was; teasing. The same sarcastic remarks she made to the rest of her co-workers, but he didn't react the same. He seemed uninterested in her attitude, but he made it so easy with the way he responded; high and mighty, brooding, reactive.

Her arms crossed over her chest as she watched the troops continue their laps, unsure of how long they would go for. Her only instructions had been to meet at the track at 0630 for PT, with Ghost not offering any other details of what their training would look like.

Figures.

His arrogant ass probably wants to—

"Morning, Daisy," the devil's voice said over her shoulder.

"You say it like it's an insult," Drew noted as he came to stand beside her.

He paused a moment, and she wondered if he was deciding to leave it or add to the fire. 

"Isn't it?"

Apparently, add to it.

"There something insulting about it?"