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Knuckles

At the end of the day, who doesn't like to bet on losing dogs?

She let out a breath that she didn't really recognize that she was holding.

The team was home safe, but they were 'home' for real this time, the mission was a success. Intel had been secured, and everyone made it out in one piece with very minor injuries.

Without much thanks to Miles.

It was time for a debrief of the mission, and afterward, the team would be released to something akin to a kindergartners recess.

Free time.

"Can someone elaborate on what the fuck happened with triggering the security protocol?" Gulch questions the two in front of the other men in the room.

"I'm sorry L.T. You know I'm not comfortable working around distractions, additional liabilities."

Did he really just do that? This.

This...

This bastard.

Her jaw tightened and she ever so slightly tilted her head over to look at him, deciding to keep her mouth shut. She saw as she shot her a side glace, amusement dancing in his eyes.

Smug prick.

Gulch eyed them up and down, staying quiet for a moment. "I'll be expecting an incident report."

After a few more closing statements, the meeting had ended and people began to quickly filter out of the room.

"Jitters." She heard Price call her name.

Almost as if he was a school child, Miles pushed past her and mumbled a subtle "oooo, Someone's in trouble."

"Yes, Captain?" She looks back and asks, shifting her body to walk back over to him.

"Good work today. Enjoy your night." He smiles and then gives her a nod.

She nods back before leaving the room, trying to ignore the swelling sense of pride rising in her gut.

...

The warehouse was full, and people celebrating the victory achieved today. She navigated her way through the people, trying to find Gaz. He had never returned the buzzer (which she quickly renamed from vibrator). Seeing him sitting on a crate, she set her target on him, and soon enough she was behind him. She didn't seem to catch his attention when she came up behind him.

"Ahem." She cleared her throat.

Gaz sat with some men from around the base, Soap across from him taking a generous swig from the bottle he held in his hand. Turning to look at her, giving a little surprised flicker on his face. "Oh, Jitters, what's up?"

"I uh, I need the thing." She says, slightly unsure of herself and her presence in front of the group, who were now staring at her in silence.

"Thing?" Gaz echoed.

"Yea." She lifted her arm and tapped her wrist twice.

"You should come up with a better name for it, dontcha' think?"

She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks. "Yea. I know. Don't remind me."

"I already gave it back, Miles got it from me a bit ago. Sorry, I forgot to bring it back to the armory."

Jitters eye twitched.

It didn't belong in the God Damn armory.

It was hers.

Miles had no reason- no authority to be picking up her shit.

"Alright, sorry about that. Thanks." She responded, trying to keep her voice eve but it came out as a stiff remark, obviously hiding tension in her throat as she left them in search of Miles.

Over here?

No.

Over there?

No.

Oh wait, he's over there.

He was sitting with a few Sargents- natives to the base essentially.

"Miles." Jitters states. "Give it back."

He shoots her a confused glance. "What are you going on about now?"

"Dude, just give it back." She sighs, tapping her foot.

"I don't have whatever you're going after, stop being such a bitch." he bites back."

Jitters sighs, then lift her arm and taps a button on her wrist. Two seconds drift by before a

'ping..... ping..... ping.....'

starts to emanate from his pocket.

Jitters sigh, reaching out her hand expecting him to give up and just set it in her hand.

But he doesn't.

"Are you calling me a liar?" Mile accuses. "Don't forget I'm technically your superior. Now go on and fuck off."

Standing there, not backing down glaring into his eyes she's thrown back to the experiences she's had with the man.

She'd be sitting at her desk, typing away on some paperwork, or a file, or something decently important when Miles would stroll by and shut her laptop.

Every time she would find her shit upturned and spread all over the room.

The time her sleeping bag was full of garbage.

All of the incidents where she kept her mouth shut, she just kept dealing with it. Was it because she was fine with it?

No.

It was mainly because she was scared.

Scared of what would happen is Laswell decided she was too much of a pain in the ass to deal with.

Not worth the hassle.

"Are you gonna leave, or are you gonna stand there and keep looking at me like a moron?" Miles asks her.

"Give it back." She says again, voice slightly cracking this time.

"Or what? You'll go cry to Gulch?"

Her teeth clench against each other, and she can feel the pressure on her cheeks. "I'm not the one who goes bitching and crying whenever their feelings get hurt Inch." She emphasized that word and made sure it really stuck him in the side.

Inch wasn't something he had been called in a while, and she didn't ever get to hear him refer to it except for once. A task force had come in with Miles after being somewhere decently exotic for a few weeks. Apparently, on his trip, he had acquired a fairly exotic disease, not noticing until he was back to base where the resident doctor had let it slip, jokingly referring to him as 'Inch'. The name stuck, and it took quite a while for him to live it down, she imagined it was still a decently fresh wound.

And she just ripped the scab off.

Before she could really register what happened she was sliding back on her ass onto the cold cement, everything starting to get fuzzy as she looked up and saw Miles above her screaming.

Suddenly cheering was all around her.

"Uppies are out!"

"We gonna have a pit?"

"Pit!"

"Money's on Inch!"

Looking around, suddenly feeling too many eyes on her.

Gaz shot Soap a glance, looking to the men around them cheering on for a Pit. "The bloody hell is a pit?" Soap asks.

A man leaned down a big grin on his face.

"When Gulch leaves base to go drinking with the Captain brought in for a task force, if anyone gets into a fight while we are celebrating we get a Pit. It's like gambling- kinda- but more fun." The man is all but radiating in excitement.

The man next to Gaz chimes in. "We make a big circle and they beat the shit outta' each other until someone yields or the L.T. gets back."

Piquing their interest, they stood up and walked up to the circle forming in the center of the room. If you were rooting for one side, you'd stand on the right, another, on the left. A solider had already taken it upon themselves to begin collecting bets, cash in both of his hands while he called out.

Jitters head was reeling, primarily from the amount of noise- hands grabbing her by the backs of her arms and dragging her into the forming circle in the center of the warehouse.

She had only ever been around for one Pit, and it was a fistfight ending in blood splattered on the cement floor.

Bloodied knuckles.

She felt like a dog getting let loose into a dog fight- but she didn't want to fight. Miles started this.

"I don't wanna fight." Jitters tries to yell, but it is no use.

As soon as she gains her footing hands push her from behind sending her stumbling forward into Miles who is ready, arm pulled back and punching her in the gut.

"You're such a stupid bitch!" He yells, the cheering around them drowning out her senses.

When he hits her in the face, it feels almost like when she was a kid, in a pillow fight. He head cocks back up at him, staring wide at him like a deer in headlights.

But that isn't fun to watch. It's just watching their slightly overweight tech beat on a little girl.

"Fight that fucker!" someone yells in the crowd.

And just like that, she's sucked back into her own head.

"Fight that fucker!" She's little- she's in the schoolyard. She's kneeling in the grass looking up at her bully as he gets ready to land another hit on her.

Kids surrounded her, yelling similar things.

But that's what Miles is, isn't it?

He's just a big bully.

Jitters blinks, and she's back in the present. But it's kinda like everything is moving in slow motion as she comes more attuned to her surroundings. He's shifting his weight forward, pushing forward to attack again. Her body weight pushed off of her toes and she springs forward, catching one of Miles' legs and sending him toppling to the ground.

But just as she begins she starts to rethink her actions. She shifts his weight and rolls on top of her, pinning her down by her shoulder and lopping another punch down onto her face. It still doesn't feel like the sharp pain she assumed it would be like.

It's dull.

Like a thump.

The pillow hit her head. The connection throws her head sideways. She never had any proper training on how to fight, she was never supposed to be in combat.

Shit, she wasn't even supposed to be here.

But if fighting in the schoolyard taught her anything, it was how to fight dirty.

And she could fight dirty well.

"You're constantly in my way, and you get brought on here for no fucking reason." Miles hisses.

She pushed her hand up quickly, nailing him in the nose. Just as quickly as his body began to pull back her other hand grabbed hold on his ear and pulled as hard as he could.

Miles let out a strangled cry and began to roll to the side, Jitters moving with him and quickly establishing her place on top. Lifting her hand up as if it was instinct and bringing her hand up, closing the fist and bringing it down onto his face.

Her hand let out a cry of protest, but the demand was quickly filed away somewhere in the back of her head. She hit him, again.

And again.

"Come on- you can't take a hit?" Jitters hisses.

And again.

"You fuckin' pussy."

And Again.

"I'm here because you fuck."

And Again.

"Everything."

And Again.

"Up."

His head was lax against the floor. Pushing off of his chest she stepped backward, slightly stumbling.

Miles looked up at hear, spreading his arm out behind him trying to grasp some sort of leverage.

"Come on then!' She yelled, voice rough and cracking.

"Fight me! Act like a man!"

"Get up pussy!"

He got onto his knees, and just as soon as he got up she stepped forward, cranking her hand back and launching it across his face again.

"Get up!" She yelled again.

Maybe it was to spite her, or the blood pounding in her ears didn't hear the sound of the door opening, Gulch, and Price stepping into the scene before them.

Jitters standing over a hunched-over Miles, a circle of now silent soldiers surrounding them. A soldier stuffing bills of cash into his jacket, trying to not look as blatantly obvious as he was now. Gulch could bring a room's temperature down ten degrees, it would seem. As soon as the hot breaths of the soldiers yelling ceased, the room fell into a uncomfortable, cold, silence.

"Clean this mess up." Gulch says calmly.

Too calmly.

The kind of calm that leaves prickles on your skin.

That makes your hair raise.

Jitters it heaving, trying to get as much oxygen into her lungs as possible, trying to make up for the difference.

"Don't get off of them until you're fuckin' pulled off."

That's what her dad used to say.

And if she was gonna listen to one thing,

it would've been that.

Lunging forward again, she gripped him by the shirt and swing her hand down.

Again.

And Again-

Until she felt a hand grip her upper arm and pull her backward, securing an arm around her torso and pulling her back.

It was Gaz.

"Hey. Calm down." He spoke calmly into her ear. "You're gonna have to calm down."

Almost as soon as she stopped swinging her arms she could feel the passage of her nose tighten up- her chest start to hitch and the feeling of hot tears rip their path across her face.

Setting her down, she shot Gaz a defeated glance and then met the gaze of Gulch. A cold hardened stare. One that said,

'my office.'

'Now.'

Her shoulders sunk, Miles scampering up and being drug off somewhere. She made her way into Gulches' office, and too her surprise Price followed with.

Great, now she was going to get chewed out by two men.

Once the two men settled, all that could be heard in the room was the sniffles and chokes radiating off of Jitters.

"Stop crying." Gulch said.

"C-Can't." She choked out, trying to calm her breathing.

"Figure it out. I'm not talking to you until you can be an adult."

And he did wait. Five grueling, silent minutes of Jitters pulling herself together.

Wiping the tears from her face and wincing at the pain.

"Ok.." She mumbled. "I'm ok."

Gulch nodded.

"That was unacceptable."

She nodded.

"Irresponsible."

"Disappointing."

Ouch, that one hurt.

"But I can't say I blame you." His voice softened slightly.

Her shoulders shuddered.

"You're gonna tell Laswell."

Something in Gulch's eyes softened.

Pity.

Hidden behind a hardened layer, it was clear as day.

"Yes." He stated.

"And I'm gonna get sent back." She choked out.

"Yes."

"Unless." Price says, breaking his silence. His face was unreadable. She couldn't see past his wall, wasn't familiar enough.

It was like a thick fogged layer of glass.

But it was dark inside, and she couldn't even make out the shapes or colors.

"Unless." Gulch agrees.

Her eyes look up, a strand of hope dangled in front of her, looking back and forth from Price to Gulch.

"You tell me exactly how you ended up here, and you promise you'll keep my teams back like you did for us last time."

She stared at him in a dumbfounded awe.

"And I'll watch you back." Price concluded.

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