Chapter 19: Another Day in the Office

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Before he could say another word, she kissed him—quick, teasing and full of mischief—then vanished as swiftly as she had arrived.

Then, with a slow shake of his head, a light chuckle escaped him. 'She really does treat this like a game but so am I.'

Hand holding his head as he popped a single 400 mg ibuprofen followed by him downing a glass of water. "Right... I got pulled into a drinking competition... several at that." He muttered while eyeing himself in the mirror. The bags under his eyes make him look older and the effects of last night's drinking clearly visible.

Captain Morzov had challenged him to have a rematch of who could do more vodka shots. Which was more vodka shots than any sane person should tolerate. Again, resulted in a kiss he did not want nor did he enjoy having to push the Captain away a second time.

It's clear where her heart lay but sorry Captain, the Sous-lieutenant's heart is already taken by two special ladies. "I should go see Dubois." His heart ached at the mere mention of her. He could deny it all he wanted but the signs were clearly there that the Sergent was attracted to him.

Though so did others under his command. Though not like the French Foreign Legion or his Command cared who he dated just moreso one it comes to the act of marriage. For that the Sous-lieutenant would have to serve under his true identity, thus to be regularized of military situations. He would have to inform his command as well as if he had less than 5 years of service then authorization from the Minister of Defence would be required. A few Kansens had eyes for him as they made an effort to show a little more skin than usual. The way Monarch and Howe acted around him especially during the rugby game on the beach. Evan Williams with how close she's been getting to him as of lately expressing concern for the Sous-lieutenant or the way she blushed when he used an authoritative voice. A heavy sigh escaped his lips, head hung low. "One day this shit is going to end."

Eyeing himself in the mirror, his brown eyes appeared lightly glassy as he wobbled himself into the shower to freshen himself up and rid the smell of alcohol behind notes of citrus.

Fresh F3 style CCE uniform with rolled up sleeves, Seiko watch, Ferro bison belt, Blackhawk T-series L3D holster on the right hip, SMB plate carrier with any damage being fixed and fresh plates having been installed. Glock 17 Gen 5 FR having been cleaned and holstered. His HK416 F having been field stripped for cleaning, its parts scattered across the dining room table.

Time to kill before the three arrived to hold his hand for the day. The Sous-lieutenant brewed himself a coffee with his favourite mug in hand '#1 Commander' having now been crossed out and now reading 'Happily Retried' as he started reassembling the assault rifle. By time the black liquid was exhausted with the rifle being put fully back together. Aimpoint CompM5, HK269, Rheinmetall LM-VTAL laser sight and SureFire 300V.

Several knocks of a fist pounded on his door. "Sous-lieutenant Vogel, vous êtes prêt? (Sous-lieutenant Vogel, are you ready)?" The voice of Sergent Adrien inquired.

On his feet, the Legionnaire dawned the signature green beret with the seven flame grenade pinned, Oakley glasses his the look exhausted and inebriated state his eye where in and rifle slung across his torso.

Williams sat at her own table, her gaze locked on Sous-lieutenant Vogel as he moved through the mess hall, flanked by three men. It was an unusual sight for the morning, leaving both Kansens and Commanders alike perplexed. The more cautious Kansens and Commanders kept their distance from them in line leaving a sizable gap between them. 

Even if he had to get his hand held to simply walk around base. He did enjoy the fact his ex-girlfriends kept their distance from him. Him shooting quick glances down the line at them as a smirk formed. Though that didn't stop Kansens or other Commanders attending the academy from sending glances his way and like every other day he simply ignored them.

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