Firing Range
Ethan Haynes
Ethan raised an eyebrow at the woman’s monotone response; the impassive statement seemed to be at odds with her physical appearance. His eyes glanced almost imperceptibly over at the lapel on her uniform’s shoulder, even if his expression didn’t betray anything. Second Lieutenant? Well shit, isn’t that just my luck. Sounds like she might have a stick up her arse too. Still, Ethan wasn’t one to miss out on an opportunity, and heck, he had to make friends at some point. What would be the harm if one of them turned out to be a smoking hot Israeli officer? Could be worse.
“Pleasure to meet you, Ms Meldola – I’m assuming it’s not Mrs?” He grinned mischievously at the woman, lowering his SCAR to the ground and turning his whole body around to face the Israeli. “Pray tell, would it be too bold to imagine that there’s a first name hidden behind that uniform somewhere?” She seemed to be pretty uptight, Ethan supposed it came with the territory of Officer-dom. He’d never been particularly drawn to the ranks of Command, you ended up getting your hands tied down at every corner. Plus, it seemed as if that fine line between enlisted and NCO was the fundamental division between soldier and politician from time-to-time. Regardless, even Second Lieutenants had to have a soft-side somewhere – although Ethan imagined that he’d be lucky to get so much as a smile from this one.
“How long have you been down at the Ooster? I dropped in just the other day and still haven’t quite got my bearings – any recommended highlights for a tourist like myself?”