Fallen Angel (A Call of Duty: Black Ops 2 Fanfiction)

Chapter 17- Unfair Advantages

The morning sun was the first to touch my toes, warming me from there up. I let out a dramatic yawn, stretching my arms above my head in an attempt to soothe the sore muscles groaning throughout my body. I shoved the warm covers I didn't want to leave away from me as I stood.

"Another day in paradise," I groaned as I brushed my teeth and changed into flexible clothes for the day: black Under Amour pants, Nike shoes and a maroon jacket over a tank.

The hallway my quarters were stationed at happened to be empty when I left the dark room behind. My eyes scanned for a few moments before I meandered to the cafeteria. People were already eating and few eyes turned to me.

I dished up a bowl filled with simple porridge- no honey or brown sugar to flavor it- and seated myself off to the side at a table with lots of space around me. The entire time I'd been at the base, I'd sat off to the side and not wanted anyone to bother me.

"Emma, you woke up quite late today."

Speaking of bothering people...

"Can't a simple 'good morning' come out of your mouth for once," I glared up from my tasteless breakfast to Felix, who sat across from me without anything.

Felix smirked, "I don't think you deserve a 'good morning' with that attitude."

"You haven't seen any attitude yet," I growled, earning an even bigger smile from Felix. "Now leave me alone so I can eat."

"Can't eat with other people like a civilized person?" Felix demanded, toying with my short temper of the day.

"I'm civilized," I argued, slamming my spoon down. "I don't eat with people who I don't like."

"I'm surprised you can even like yourself," Felix lowered his voice, his grey eyes never leaving my brown ones. "After all, you did abandon your old teammates."

That's all it took for me to flip my bowl at him, praying for the sticky porridge to engulf his soul. Yet Felix was prepared. He blocked the edge of the bowl, sloshing the liquid inside towards my face instead. I let out a gasp as the breakfast splattered onto my face, hair, neck and upper body. Even part of my pants had been a victim of the attack as well.

"What the hell?"

"No, what the hell?" Felix hissed, leaning over the table and ignoring the attention of some other soldiers. "Why would you even try to do that to me?"

"Why would you do this to me?" I whined, having a sudden want to cry, and motioned to the breakfast dripping off of me.

Felix hesitated, his jaw tightening to my upset words. He opened his mouth to argue once more, yet I cut him off by standing up.

"Just leave me alone, Felix."

I stormed out of the cafeteria, glancing back to see Felix hadn't turned to look after me. Grumbling, I headed straight for the showers. My hands were shaking with vexation as I turned on the water and stepped into the shower, not caring about my clothes.

I scrubbed the hell out of my face and hair, hoping to get most of the food from them. It was minutes later when I decided there wasn't anything I could do.

As I got out I realized Felix stood in the doorway with his arms crossed. His grey eyes observed me as I squeezed the water from my hair. I couldn't help but glare at him.

"What if I was naked?"

"I didn't see your clothes," Felix shrugged. "I knew you were how you are."

"Come to apologize?" I demanded as I moved out of the shower room.

"Absolutely not," Felix followed me. "You deserved what you got."