What's Fair in Love and War?

What's Fair in Love and War? (On Hold)

CHAPTER 1

“FLASHBACK”

“So when does formation start?” Greg asked, looking at his two best friends in front of him.

“I think in twenty-some minutes from now. I wish they would do it sooner though because I want to go home.” Blake said looking down at his wrist watch.

They were all in the Army and were currently stationed at Fort Lewis, Washington assigned to an aviation unit working on helicopters except for Greg who actually flew them. At the moment Blake, Greg, and their friend Carlos were standing outside of the hangar with a few of their fellow soldiers waiting on the formation for their new company commander to start.

            “You should go tell our new commander to forget the formation and treat us all to a day off.” Carlos added; a look of amusement on his face.

“No thanks man, I like my rank.” Blake replied.

“Aww; is wittle icky Staff Sergeant Anderson scared of the new captain?” he laughed while dodging Blake’s punch towards him.

The three of them were best friends since they had gotten to that unit four years earlier. You would’ve never thought they could be friends what with their cultural difference and vast personality as well. Blake was six foot two lean; the tallest out of the three, with sandy blonde hair, gray eyes and a chiseled face; an all-American looking guy from Ohio. He was pretty laid back and was always calm. Greg was six feet and even though he was African American; his facial features were more prominent and he had light brown eyes that matched his skin tone. He was the sensible one out of the three but liked to have a good time. Carlos on the other end was Mexican and Australian mix which blessed him with great genes. He was very good looking with his tossled black hair and deep brown eyes to match and every girl he came across threw themselves at him. He was however very down to earth; always joking around and playing jokes on people. They made an interesting trio but that’s why they were all great friends. Carlos and Blake were dodging each others swings playfully while Greg looked on amused when a low rumble echoed from the parking lot to their left.

They turned their heads to see what was making that noise when a blue and silver Ducati Streetfighter motorcycle pulled into the parking lot. Their attention however was fixed on the rider as she hopped off the bike. She was about five foot five, slender built wearing black tight fitting leather pants that ran into her calf-high heeled boots. She was also wearing a black leather jacket that showed off her curves, under a blue and orange reflective vest and on her head she wore a mirrored black motorcycle helmet with Angel lettering in silver on each side. She walked towards them stopping for a second to take her  helmet off and shook out her long black hair that cascaded down her back stopping right at her hips.

A gasp echoed out causing Greg and Carlos to turn around looking at Blake and saw that his face had turned completely white with shock.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” questioned Greg.

“Yeah dude, you look like your about to pass out. Are you alright?” Carlos asked, concerned for their friend.

“Oh. My. Gosh.” Blake choked; staring intently over their shoulders.

At that moment, the mysterious rider walked past them and went through the double doors leading into the hangar.

“She’s freaken hot!” someone said from behind them. Turning around they saw another one of their friends Stan waggling his brows at them. “Who do you think she is?”

“I don’t know, never saw her before. Maybe she’s new.” Carlos answered.

“Well I would love to welcome her if she is.” Stan grinned wickedly.