A/N: So, I wrote a chapter from Wolf's PoV a couple of weeks after I wrote the first part, but it was on my mother's computer and I lost it. Then, I thought it was a bit pointless to continue it, but I have. It's not really quite as I originally intended the story to go, but it'll do. So, yeah...
Eagle
These exercises could mean being stuck in dingy rooms for hours on end, harassed until sunrise or longer- if not by white noise or a physical being then the lack thereof. Most trainees could be expected to fail, unable to remain calm through the sneering interrogation.
I – like every trainee- wanted to pass this. This could change my life forever; Harriet didn't want me in the army anyway, she'd sooner have me doing something safe, something far away from the battlefields. But she knew what I did when she married me. Sometimes, I wonder how she is, not that I haven't left her for longer before. I wonder if Wolf worries about his girlfriend. He must do, surely. I didn't know the other two very well; they were from different parts of the country, but Wolf was from the same detachment as me.
When I was a boy, and I looked up to my father - he was in the SAS, too. (Which is another reason why I mustn't fail) – I longed more than anything to be here, thought it was something amazing. Something which I could excel in, something fun. This isn't fun and it isn't easy and it certainly doesn't help to have one too many members.
My future is dependent on that extra, and not just any addition. Oh, no. A kid, as in a school boy. My future is lying in the grubby paws of that brat.
I could really do with a fag, right now.
Wolf seems to agree with me, he's irate as he always is these days. The floor seems mightily uncomfortable in comparison to his pacing. Constant pacing. He's not a quiet man, in fact as far as the brat is concerned- he's a bully. Not that I'm going to stop him. If the kid could get thrown off the course, there might be more hope for me. But, no, I was waiting on him.
A child.
A child I couldn't care less about.
Wolf's steps were the only sound, aside from my heartbeat, until the door rattled and gave a long groan. I froze, and the air around me followed in suit. Would it be those fools, again? They'd surely notice Cub, or at least the lack of him. Then the wooden slab opened, teasing me, us, with the slow move meant. Then I could see filth, muck and dirt caked over the boy.
I thanked the lord my jaw wasn't hanging open.
