A book, a desk, a bed and a pen.

That was all I had in my empty room. I didn't even have a goddamn chair for the desk. What a bunch of cheapskates.

I looked in the mirror and it was the same as always. Messy black hair and a saddening lack of facial hair. Sarge always said that I didn't look like a real soldier for it. Though my skin was much paler than last time, I looked like a fucking vampire. Probably because of the lack of sunlight due to my armour. My arms weren't skinny, but they weren't muscular at all. They were normal.

I sat between Simmons and Grif in terms of strength. Simmons being the weakest while Grif being the "strongest" mostly because of his size. Sarge could probably kick all our asses at the same time and Lopez probably could, but he's a robot, so I don't count him in.

Though if the army has done one good thing for me it's definitely that it's forced me to enjoy the time I had alone. Simmons, Grif and Sarge were nice company sometimes, but they were horrible to deal with most of the time. Sometimes it was nice to just unwind on your own and get away from this pointless war.

This war was either bullshit or had the most stupid people running the show. We are outpost number 1, so that just makes me wonder if we're the most important base or something. This entire place sucked. Dry, plain and was the temperature was boiling. Also, for some stupid reason daylight saving hours are 3 minutes.

I lay down on my bed and closed my eyes. When I find the guy who put me here, well, I probably won't do anything to him, but boy will I be pissed off. But I'm thankful to him, putting me in a stalemate with the worst soldiers ever. Now that's a nice deal.

Hey maybe the good outweighed the bad.

"Friedrich, WAKE UP! Man, we are fucked!" I heard a voice shout.

I slowly opened my eyes and saw yellow no orange armour standing over me. I slowly got up and looked carefully at him. He was a bit blurry, but it was definitely Grif.

"Grif? What's wrong? Stop shouting."

"Donut got his head blown up, and we got this black chick prisoner!" He panicked.

"Wait black as in armour or colour?" I asked.

"Is that fucking important? Get dressed and come down. Sarge wants us all on guard duty." He snapped.

"Yeah, I'll be there in a minute just let me get changed." I shooed him out of the room.

Fuck.

A chick wearing black armour? Yeah, we were all going to die or get captured. Black armour? Was she a badass? Only badasses wore black armour and the fact that she was a girl made it even scarier.

Women really were the bane of my existence.

Once I got changed, I went to the center of the base where everyone was.

"Friedrich, how nice of you to join us." Sarge said when I came in.

"Good morning Sarge."

"Well, let's get this sorted. Simmons and Grif I want you to go and get an airlift for Donut." He ordered.

"Does that really need two people?" Grif groaned.

All it took was a single glare from Sarge, and he admitted defeat.

"Yes, Sir." They said as they left the room.

"Friedrich, I want you on guard duty while Lopez and I go to scout the base."

"Permission to speak?" I asked.

"Go on."

"You want me to guard a prisoner, while my weapon privileges are suspended? That's retarded." I asked.

"Well, that is a clear flaw I didn't think about. But you're expendable so get on it." He said as he walked out.

I was going to fucking die.

The prisoner had black armour, which only made me feel even more threatened. I'd never seen her with the blue team, but I couldn't rule out a possibility of her being a blue team member. But she almost killed Donut, so she had to have some level of skill.

Man, what the hell. Why did she have to show up? Now we'll actually have to be fighting and I can't remember the last time I read on the guide on how to deal with a prisoner.

Whenever there's a woman around, something always goes bad.

"Hey pal, you've been staring for a while. My breastplate interest you that much?" She growled.

"Hardly. Just wondering how to make you less of a problem." I shot back.

She seemed to find that funny for some reason. "Are you angry I ruined your nap?"

"Yeah, I'm real chocked about that. I could've been having a nice relaxing time for once and then you came." I complained.

"Quit your bitching, you're a soldier. You should be used to this kinda stuff." She said.

Now it was my turn to laugh. "Yeah, no. You can have fun being a badass and killing soldiers. I'll stay here enjoying my life. Actually, how did we catch someone like you?"

There was no way in hell that Grif and Simmons could even fight a regular soldier, much less someone who'd probably been hired to kill us. She wasn't a blue, so the only logical conclusion would be she's external help. Man, the blue command is giving them actual soldiers. Red command can barely give an order to save their lives. That sucks.

"Are you doubting my skill? How about I give you a personal showcase?" She said while cracking her knuckles.

"Yeah right. I'm the one with the gun and last time I checked, our armour isn't bulletproof." I said, as I took my pistol out of its holster.

"I could kill you in so many ways, but you're a good conservationist, so I'll let you live. What's your name kid?" She asked.

Kid? That actually hurts me. I'm an adult how do I even sound like a kid. Well, she does sound pretty manly.

"Friedrich. Well, it's William but the Military has that stupid last name thing. What's yours?" I answered.

"A foreigner, huh? Nice and exotic. The names Texas."

"What? Like the fucking state?" I asked.

"Yes." She said.

"That's a stupid name." I told her. Now this could probably get me punched in the face, but it was the truth.

"Shut up." She snapped. "You're surprisingly normal compared to your peers."

"Is that meant to be a bad thing?"

"Guess not, but it kinda means you're unlikeable." She said.

"Yeah, screw you too."

A/N:

Short Dialogue chapter, see you next time.

Thanks to the 3 reviews I got. BT7274, I have started reading "the rookies" so thanks for the recommendation.