Sitting in my office was the highlight of my day, as Laswell used to tell me. That sarcastic smile always on her face. She loved being around the boys, helping them out, just enjoying their company. She was like their mother. Now I was their Handler, as they called me. Keegan wasn't in briefing today along with Hesh and Kick, they were out on a training op.
I had already given Hesh and Kick their files that they needed to read and catch up on, but I just didn't want to see Keegan right now. It was unprofessional, but I was drained from today, briefings were always energy vampires. Standing up there for 2-3 hours, talking and explaining maps, names, objectives, intel, etc. Answer the boys dumb questions that I probably answered four times over again.
But I needed to put on my big girl pants, I couldn't risk an operators life, especially his, just because I didn't want to see him. I stood up, adjusting my black pencil skirt before heading out of the office. Bland manila files stacked in one hand, heels clicked softly through the drab halls as I made my way to his office. Gently knocking on the door, I could hear him grumble on the other side, scoffing silently to myself.
He always knew it was me, I was the only person on base who had the common decency to knock instead of banging on doors.
"Come in." He grumbled.
Gently opening the door, I stepped in, the prick didn't even bother to look at me. Buried in piles of papers that he hated to do but mostly definitely deserved. Clearing my throat and adjusting my shoulders, I walked up to his desk, tossing them onto the dark, hardwood with the rest of the piles. Satisfied by the little thud they made, which seemed to get his attention.
"Sergeant." I bit out.
"These are the files you missed from today's briefing, I'm sure you'll have no issue catching up."
My sarcastic tone seemed to piss him off beyond the annoyance he was already experiencing. Which gave me great pleasure in his misery, for all he put me through, I deserved to relish in the little bit of misery i could inflict upon him when I had the chance.
His eyebrows furrowed beneath the mask as he eyed one specific folder amongst the small stack I tossed in front of him. He pulled it out from the center of the stack, opening it as he read the contents, which what looked to be shock and confusion on his face.
"This is my power of attorney and medical powers, and my will. Why are you giving these back? You already signed them."
He tossed his pen onto the table, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed. He looked like an overgrown child pouting.
We had given each other each our power of attorneys in essentially every aspects of our lives. Mostly his since he was the one out in the field and I sat here and looked pretty. But these papers were done before... everything. They were signed when we still believed in loving one another. Permissions and powers signed over to the other, a stroke of a pen could determine our lives by another.
"Im not exactly certain we need these anymore with our... predicament."
I clicked my tongue, crossing my arms to match his posture which he seemed to find amusing. He sat forward, flipping through the papers once more as if reading them more thoroughly, one stroke and I no longer had power of his affairs and vice versa. But then he stood with the papers in hand, carefully flipping through them still and tracing over our signatures.
He let out a chuckle before looking at me again, to my surprise, he ripped the documents to shreds, letting the little pieces fall onto the desk. His massive form came out from lurking behind the desk, walking towards me. But I refused to back down now, it only gave him the upper hand and stroked his already giant ego.
He stood in front of me, his head tilted as he looked down to meet my gaze. His arms uncrossed, one hand coming to grasp my chin between his thumb and index finger firmly. Lifting my head up to meet his eyes directly, the rough material from his gloves keeping me grounded in reality instead of tuning the bastard out. His other hand ripped off his mask and tossed it to the sound, nearly glaring a hole through me.
"I told you already. My life is yours, pretty girl."
