Hello! So this is my first time writing FanFiction in years, and it's to celebrate the completion of my end of year examination. (Technically, I still have one last paper, but the passing mark's 40% so...) I was thinking of this while revising, and it was one of those things that kept me sane while waiting for it to end x) Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Boo-hoo :'(
Glare
The sun was beating down on the sand, and even a $300 pair of Oakley sunglasses failed to completely negate the painful effect on Wolf's eyes as they swept back and forth across the barren landscape, searching for any signs of trouble.
His legs were chaffed, and he was so, so so, tired, but he tried to shove those thoughts aside as he put one leg in front of the other. Right, then left, then right, then left… Just a few thousand more steps back to the base, and he would be able to have a good sleep and a hot meal, his first in days. He thought he could already see its outline in the distance.
Behind him, he could sense the movements of Snake. The two of them had been selected to make it into the SAS after weeks of grueling training in the Brecon Beacons and both were in the closing days of their second tour in Afghanistan, making it through with barely any injuries.
Just then, Wolf noticed a moving object in the distance, made obvious by the cloud of dust that it stirred up as it went across the ground. It was not large enough to be a Humvee that belonged to one of their people, and its rapid advancement towards them stirred up a sense of edginess.
They weren't making it so far into their second tour just to go home in cargo.
"Just what the hell is that?" Snake asked.
Half a minute later, he found himself answering his own question. "It's just a bloody dog!" he exclaimed in disgust, spitting on the ground.
Sure enough, as the animal neared them, it began barking and wagging what was its tail, what Wolf saw as an attempt to beg for food.
He glared at the animal through his sunglasses, defying it to make a move. Snake smiled wryly as he saw the expression on his teammate's face, which he knew well enough to mean piss the hell off, before I make mincemeat out of you and feed you to the pigs.
Wolf's glare intensified as its focus shifted from the dog to Snake, which actually made the tough and experienced SAS soldier wince, fearing for his own safety. However, he quickly covered that up and returned Wolf with a terrifying and intensifying glare that rivaled the sun.
Jackal, the third member of their team, wondered all three glares – the sun, Wolf's and Snake's – were enough to make the sand under their feet melt, which would make the sum of the temperatures of their glares about 1500C.
Bravely, he decided to suggest it to them. "Hey guys! I strongly recommend you look at the same spot of ground under you feet! Look at that sand change from solid to molten state! Very impressive!"
The glares from Wolf and Snake now shifted to him and further intensified, and he could feel the temperature around him increase, though he wondered if it was because the glare gave out heat, or because of fear. Or maybe it was because it had just turned 12 noon, and the sun overhead was beating down onto them.
Fortunately, the dog broke the path of the glares by jumping in between Wolf, Snake and Jackal, breaking them out of their glaring match.
Wolf turned around, kicked the dog away and they proceeded with their walk back to camp.
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