“Second Lieutenant Cristobal Contreras asked. “I never thought you liked me when I was in your platoon.”
“Whatever gave you that idea?”
“All the times you called me a fuck-up, perhaps?”
“Contreras, you’ve got me all wrong. I use that as a term of endearment.”
“Really, Master Chi—I mean, really, Lieutenant O’Leary?”
“Of course not, you fuck-up. That term means you’re an idiot, not that I love you. I spent a lot of time training you, though, so hopefully you still remember the difference between your ass and a hole in the ground. And anyone you’ve trained ought to be better than some run-of-the-mill jarhead, so that’s why I asked for you. The fact you’re a second lieutenant and I’m a first lieutenant, so I can boss you around again? That just makes it more fun for me.”
“Really, Lieutenant O’Leary? You just asked for me so you can boss me around?”
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