“If I ever find you on a roof again, remind me not to trust it,” Phantom groaned as we struggled to keep up with the others.
Commander Asshat woke us up with his lovely baton again this morning before the sun rose to start training off with a fifteen-mile run.
“If I ever find myself on a roof again, I’m not going to trust me either.”
The sun was particularly bright and intensified the dull ache that throbbed against my temples. I’m almost certain that I’m still buzzed from the alcohol. My limbs are heavy this morning and every step feels worse than the one before it.
“Better keep up, B. You’ll end up back on your knees for the Commander,” Gunner shouted over his shoulder, wagging his brows.
Closing the distance between us, I kicked his legs out from under him, making him fall t
