Burnt Skies Filled with Love

3 | Stronghold

You let out a sigh and plopped down in the chair next to Aiello. The three of you were currently down on the ground floor. The rest of the squad was upstairs resting. You were extremely tired. The last time you were asleep was... well, it was yesterday. You had no idea how you were going to stay awake for the whole day.

"This was not how I planned my winnings," you said as a yawn escaped your lips.

"You're the reason we're in this mess," Stiles grumbled at you, still mad at the fact that you dragged him into this mess.

"In the end, it seems like Daniels and Zussman were the ones who won," Aiello said as he nodded his head.

"Yeah, and we have to pay the price because you two fucking idiots decided to race the Jeeps. Then decided to piss off the Sergeant."Stiles replied as he kept his eyes glued to the world outside the window.

"Or, you can stop complaining, and come over here to spend time with two of your best buddies." You said as you opened your arms wide, welcoming him with loving warmth.

"Pierson wanted us to keep watch. Make sure no German steps close enough." Stiles responded by being a party pooper. You understood the whole concept of being on watch and protecting. It was the part of being bored you didn't understand.

"Who cares what that prick thinks? We're allowed to have fun once in a while. He's just a goddamn hardass who only cares about himself and no one else." You shook your head as you crossed your arms against your chest.

"Is that so?" You felt your heart fall out of your ass. You slowly turned your head to see the man you were just shit-talking. If you weren't already in trouble already... You were about to be in big trouble.

"Shit," you mumbled under your breath.

"I came down here to make sure you were doing your job. Turns out Stiles is the only one keeping watch." Pierson stood in a power pose. He held his arms crossed his broad chest. His arms flexed ever so slightly and it revealed the muscles he held under the skin. O-Oh... why... why were you focusing on that?

"I told them to keep watch sir, but they rather make out in the chair." You made a gagging sound at Stiles's response. There was no way in hell you would ever kiss Aiello. In fact, there was a whole long list of reasons.

Not to mention, relationships were practically disowned in the same platoon. The two would always be stationed apart to make sure there would be no distractions. It was a whole thing, the main thing to know is... no relationship. No love, no crushes... no liking.

"Listen here, princess, when I give you an order, I expect you to carry out it. Unless you want me to send you home." Pierson threatened. You jumped up quickly as your eyes widened.

"No no no, you can't do that!" You raised your voice a tad bit, but quickly covered your mouth. You couldn't believe you just raised your voice at the sergeant. You were definitely about to get sent home right now.

"I am your sergeant, princess. I can do whatever I want."

"Turner won't let you do that," You shook your head. Pierson wasn't having any of it though. He got close to you and grabbed your wrist. He dragged you outside and you tried to pull away, but his grip was just too long. Once he got you outside, you pushed your down onto the ground.

"That's your new post! Don't even dare think 'bout moving until its day. You got that!" He asked sarcastically. You rolled your eyes at him and got yourself back up onto your feet. Pierson walked back into the building and you let out a huff.

Why did you have to be put into his platoon? Why were you assigned under Turner and Pierson? Why couldn't it have been anywhere else? No... You shouldn't say that. If you weren't here in this platoon... or division... You wouldn't be with your friends.