Reiben's POV
As we were walking off in search of the dumb bastard, also known as Private James Francis Ryan, I couldn't keep my eyes off one of my comrades. The tall, blonde, and dangerously good looking bumpkin. I'm not exactly sure how this happened, but sometime during this bloody hell of a war we're fighting in I fell for the stupid hick.
The only thing i could think to talk of to throw the guys of my tracks were breasts and the lingerie they were kept in, which wasn't too hard considering my ma owned a lingerie shop. But the only thing i can ever seem to actually think of is Private Daniel Jackson, our sharpshooter. Whether it be his big, baby blues, or how soft his sandy blonde hair would feel in between my fingers. I couldn't keep him off my mind.
He's only caught me staring a few times, and he hasn't seemed to mind, I even think he might be staring back, and occasionally he'll walk a little closer to me than normal. They way he's been acting lately has made me think I might actually have a chance with this asshole, and that maybe he likes me too.