“You should really stop pissing the Commander off,” Phantom groaned, dumping alcohol on the wounds on my hands. They were deeper than I’d thought and not healing quickly.
The alcohol burned, and I had to turn and bite down on the skin on my shoulder.
“I think he likes it,” Gunner added, flopping down onto his bed, “Probably gets his rocks off on you challenging him.”
Phantom’s fingers traced over the gashes in my palms, “f**k, these are deep, B. You should probably take a break from pissing him off for a while.”
I fake whined, “Where would the fun be in that?”
He shook his head, but his lips curled into a smile, “I’m starting to think you are a masochist.”
“What’s a masochist?” Viper sauntered out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body.
Gunner chuckled, “Where you g
