"Man-Eater" (Ghost X OC)

Teacher's Pet

As I fall deep within my sleep, a dream begins of how my first meeting with Simon went...

2/18/2002 4:48 A.M SAS London Base

I wake up from another restless night. This is my second week here and I can't seem to get any proper sleep. It's driving me absolutely bonkers! Even though training starts at 6:00 for the new sergeants, I have to be up at 5:00 in order to get the training grounds ready. I am dreading training men that think they have a reason for entitlement. No one gets where they are without real work, and fortunately for them, I am going to show them real work and give them real progress. After all, they call me "Man Eater" for a reason. I've been called the most ruthless lieutenant the SAS has ever had, that's absolute bollocks, but they're not wrong. I didn't get here by playing nice.

I slowly escape the sheets of my small twin sized bed, and get to my feet. I already planned my attire the day before, so I can get started sooner than later. I plan on wearing a tight black long-sleeve shirt that insinuates my breasts and back muscles, accompanied by my form fitting tan cargo pants and my utility belt, I finish off the base  with my new black boots that my pants tuck into perfectly, creating almost a tailored effect. Next, I put on my thigh holster and fill my utility belt with the needed necessities like med kits, ammo for my pistol, hair tie, etc. After I'm finished dressing, I go into my en suite bathroom to apply my makeup and do my hair. I quickly put on my light makeup, which is mascara and my light brown eyeshadow. I put my bright blonde hair in a pony tail and walk out of my bathroom and to the door of my dorm.

As soon as I get to my door, I hear a group of annoying men talking loudly. I'm always usually the only one up at around this time so I have no idea as to why there are others, but I don't have time to dwell on the details. I reluctantly open my door and thankfully see that the other men have passed. 'I really didn't want to deal with the twits this early anyhow so lucky me I suppose' I sigh in my head as I walk through the large base. As I exit the building, I make a bee line to the training shed to grab targets for some of the shooting drills I plan on doing. As well as some fake demonstration knives for close quarter combat training. I was told earlier on that I control how much time goes into training and today I plan on training for most of the day so let's hope the muppets can keep up. As I finish setting everything up, I look at my watch and see that it is 5:45. I walk back to base and swiftly make my way to the kitchen to put up a quick-fix granola bar and a bottle of water. The last thing I want to partake in is sitting near a bunch of hob knockers and let them check me out. I'm fully aware of my own physique and overall looks, I know how to use them to my advantage and I plan on letting the dogs know that but until then I much rather stay out of sight.

I make my way back to the training ground and wait for the men to show up. As I'm waiting, I think about the paper work that is awaiting me in my office and I'm debating whether it's worth it. Of course it always is, because it's my job as a lieutenant to help my captain but still, I always find it to be dreadful. The sergeants start making their way towards me just as I am coming out of thought. They all stand in attention, shoulder to shoulder as they stand in line. I was told that I'm expecting a group of 4 men this morning and as I see it, I only see 3. I start to mentally and physically check last names to faces. 'There is Bowie, Ross, Riley......'

"Does anyone know the whereabouts of Sergeant Johnson?" I ask sharply, not looking up from my clipboard.

"No ma'am." The three men speak the at the same time.

I sigh out loud for the men to hear my annoyance at their answer. 'Can no one keep track of one. fucking. person'

" Well then, since none of you have proven yourself useful to me let's start with 3 laps around base......NOW GO!" I say with annoyance and anger lacing my words.