This one was probably the hardest to write, I have the main ideas and some scenes written out for the rest already.
Wrath is manifested in the individual who spurns love and opts instead for fury.
Wrath is not associated with self interest, only self destruction.
A stream of profanities echoed throughout the mess hall. Those who were accustomed to Sergeant Major Mao and Sergeant Weber continued on with their meals, not even sparing the pair a glance. Those who were newer to Mithril, however, openly stared.
"You're a sick bastard, you know that Weber?" Mao screamed, her eyes alight with anger. She stormed off leaving Kurz looking rueful, but ultimately unconcerned.
"Are they okay?" someone asked softly.
"They're fine. It's how they always are."
"And they're on the same squad?" The first voice sounded stunned.
"They're friends too," a third voice responded.
"They're friends?" Kurz clamped a hand on the new guy's shoulder as he made his exit.
"The very best," he said with a small smile.
Melissa was hard at work, mercilessly beating the punching bag before her.
"Fucking Weber," she growled with each jab. "Where the hell does he get off asking something like that. A date in town, as fucking if. Probably spend the night hitting on the waitress." And that was fine with her, she was totally okay with playing wingman. When they went out as friends. Go to some bar, have a few, or several, drinks and shoot some pool. If she helped Kurz get lucky well it was no skin off her back.
But he had said 'date'. 'Date' was a dangerous word; it implied privacy, a nice place to go and eat, dressing up and maybe undressing later.
She hated to admit that the offer was tempting, but it was too good to be true. Yeah, they might have a night, or a few weeks. Hell, maybe they'd even have a year, but then it would crash and burn and everything they had now would be gone.
Fucking pissed her off that he'd be willing to just throw their friendship away for some screwing. Like hell she was going to be another notch on his bed post.
Damn younger men, sure Kurz had just turned twenty, but she still had six years on him. Exhausted Mao caught the punching bag and rested her head against it. Things looked different once you were on the wrong end of twenty five, and for some reason she still wouldn't give in to anyone.
She fiercely punched the wall, both leaving a slight dent and hurting her hand. She was her own worst enemy sometimes, and it pissed her off.
I chose to have this one centre around Melissa because she tend to let her temper get the better of her a lot, way more than Kurz does. She's angry at kurz, but she's also angry at herself.
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