Jealousy With a Halo - Part Five - Hannibal

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Hannibal:-
I feel just the slightest bit guilty as I watch Face wander back to his quarters all alone just as the sun is dipping below the horizon. He hasn’t seen me, has no idea I came back out here to check on him, wouldn’t do for him to suspect that the extra miles he was given over the range were to do with anything other than his poor performance during the course of the day.

 

I’ve hurt his feelings, I know that, and it makes me feel really shitty, but running him to the point of exhaustion is the only thing I can think of to keep him in his own damn bed at night. There was nothing wrong with his performance today. The first time we all ran the range he finished first, up ahead of me, but then I was deliberately hanging back so I could watch him. I told him he wasn’t fast enough, that he’d not pushed himself, was too complacent in leading. Told him to get himself back out there and do it again, beat his own time. He’d looked at me for just a second longer than he needed to, but turned and jogged back towards the start, no smart comment or whinging, and that’s when I knew I’d hurt him.

 

But then, over lunch, he went and sat with some cute little Corporal, one of the new arrivals. I watched as he pretended to read her palm, his fingers lingering over her hand far too long, his eyes on her face and her chest far too much for my liking. So when we went over the range that afternoon I gave them all targets and made sure his was one he would never meet. He tried damn hard, came really close, but missed, so I sent him, and all the other failures, back out again, but now of course he was feeling badly done to, so out came the attitude and the answering back and I couldn’t have that, not in front of all those other soldiers. So I sent him round again. And then one more time just as everyone else was heading back for the night.

 

So now I’ve showered and changed, but I feel bad for him, so I’ve headed out here to see where he is, how he’s getting on, maybe even get chance for that talk we so obviously need.

There’s a set of battered old bleachers here and I choose a seat in the middle and watch him as he trudges my way, and my heart does that stupid little tightening thing as I see how dejected he looks. His t-shirt is soaked in sweat and his head is hanging down, looking at his feet as he walks along. There’s blood trailing from both his knees as well as an elbow and again I feel a shot of guilt. He’s usually so sure footed; he must have been exhausted to have fallen.

 

Just as I make my mind up to go over and walk with him, apologise maybe for the way I treated him today, then I hear a voice calling him and he lifts his head up as that damn Corporal, all showered and changed into some gravity defying vest top, skips up to him, standing on her tip toes to kiss him full on the mouth. And of course the damn kid responds, his arms fold round her and he literally lifts her off the floor so that he can kiss her properly and I’ve seen quite enough of that.

 

Obviously it’s never going to matter how exhausted he is, looks like there is an unlimited supply of sexual energy just ready to keep him going.

 

Seems as if I am going to need Plan B.

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