Cougar is still sick, but this time she knows why. Roque is irritating. Clay is annoying. Jensen snored last night, which means she didn't get any sleep, and Pooch has the thought that the glare on her face means that she wants him to offer platitudes and coffee. It's the coffee that pushes her over the top, because what had once been Cougar's favorite part of the mornings is both off limits and making her nauseous. It's why she smacks him as hard as she can in his arm before storming off with her rifle, not sure where she intends to go.
They're not on a mission, which means she ends up climbing into one of the little crawl spaces in the hangar, a little place she's outfitted for herself. She starts to take apart the rifle to clean it, eyes on the ground below.
She sees Pooch head off in the direction of the barracks, which means she knows what's going to happen next.
Pooch, for his part, is still rubbing his shoulder (sure it's going to bruise) and shaking his head, sipping the coffee because it's just stupid letting good coffee go to waste. He knows it's probably safe to lean in Jensen's bedroom door with Cougar already up and about, so he knocks and shakes his head.
"You fucking her badly or something?" Pooch wonders. "No woman should ever be that mean in the morning."
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Cougar is still sick, but this time she knows why. Roque is irritating. Clay is annoying. Jensen snored last night, which means she didn't get any sleep, and Pooch has the thought that the glare on her face means that she wants him to offer platitudes and coffee. It's the coffee that pushes her over the top, because what had once been Cougar's favorite part of the mornings is both off limits and making her nauseous. It's why she smacks him as hard as she can in his arm before storming off with her rifle, not sure where she intends to go.
They're not on a mission, which means she ends up climbing into one of the little crawl spaces in the hangar, a little place she's outfitted for herself. She starts to take apart the rifle to clean it, eyes on the ground below.
She sees Pooch head off in the direction of the barracks, which means she knows what's going to happen next.
Pooch, for his part, is still rubbing his shoulder (sure it's going to bruise) and shaking his head, sipping the coffee because it's just stupid letting good coffee go to waste. He knows it's probably safe to lean in Jensen's bedroom door with Cougar already up and about, so he knocks and shakes his head.
"You fucking her badly or something?" Pooch wonders. "No woman should ever be that mean in the morning."