Mr. Sadistic

4 || petty thrill

I woke up with an aching shoulder. Given since I slept on the floor. Standing up I apply some pressure to my shoulder and move it in a circular motion.

The orange hue of the sun lightens my office and I check the time.

7:04am.

I rush to my laptop, flipping it open as I tap the keys rather aggressively. I drag my pointer to the emails and open them, finding Price has sent me one at 6am sharp.

I curse under my breath and skim the paragraph. 'Training at 7' catches my eye and I once again curse. I tuck my hair behind my ears, trying to calm the morning nest of knots.

My gear is being put back on as I make my way down the halls, buckling up my equipment as I rush through.

Stealing a glance at the clock I pass in the med-bay.

[7:12]

'Oh God okay' I mutter to myself as I yank on my vest straps, tightening them.

I speed up to a jog, holding my helmet firmly on my head as the straps hung down not yet being sorted.

My shoelaces are untied as I brush past people and cut through groups with a quick sorry.

I come out the doors and hurriedly look at my watch.

[7:15]

"Shit" I mutter, looking around with a squint. My eyes not yet adjusting to the sunlight. A rough shove makes me grunt. I let go of the door handle I was holding and I'm shouldered past.

I furrow my brows, about to say something when I notice who walked past.

Ghost.

I jog after him, my hand shielding my eyes.

"Ghost-"

"Sir" he says back, an angry growl as he continues to walk.

"Sir sorry - where are Price and the rest of the team?" I asked, falling into step beside him.

"Training" he says bluntly.

"Where abouts?" I ask looking around the parking lot as he stops by a car.

"Training grounds" He replies jamming a key in the door.

"Here?"

"No"

"Where?"

"Lanckon"

"That abandoned fun park?"

"What else"

"Training there?"

"Yes" He grunts clearly annoyed.

"Isn't that no trespassing?"

"We've got permission to use the grounds."

"Are you going there?" I ask watching as he gets into the car.

"Mhm" He hums trying to shut the door. I grab it quickly before he can.

"Can I come?"

"Do I look like a chauffeur"

"With the right hat sure" I laugh, making a joke because i can stop myself.

"No" He growls.

"Please? I won't be a bother."

"I said no, it's not my fault you got here late."

"But I didn't I wa-"

"I don't need a story" He cuts me off.