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"Ah, get some, Tunny!" a voice shouted, backed up by woops and hollers.

Immediately, the three heads in the room snapped to the door. There, in the threshold, stood a handful of men from Tunny's unit, all fighting for a place in the front of the pack. Several in the back jumped up, trying to see over the shaved heads of their comrades, while the ones in the middle shoved the ones in the front. Hubert Stockman, call sign Bluebird, stood his ground in the center though, his arms possessively grabbing the doorframe. He stared down at the couple on the floor- Tunny in his boxers and white undershirt, the brown-eyed girl in her military fatigues, laying haphazardly on top of him. Tunny felt heat flood the girl's hands, though her dark skin refused to betray the blush that threatened her whole body. She shot up, pushing herself away from him and standing at attention. Walking forward stonily, she stared at the top of the doorframe, her chin held high. But before she crossed to exit, she smiled at the men before her.

"Good morning, boys."

Then, she turned to Tunny and winked seductively. Rivers' jaw dropped.

"See you, handsome."

The entire room fell silent. She turned back to the pack in the doorway, smiled sweetly, and then allowed them to part so she could leave. Knowing that she adequately played them, the woman's blush disappeared from her face, and she walked from the room with all the confidence she could muster. And the moment her back rounded the corner, she heard the explosion of noise in Tunny's barracks.

"Man, you are-"

Tunny felt uncountable numbers of hands grab his body and yank him to his feet for the second time that morning. Breath escaped his lungs, and he stared singularly at the door where the mysterious girl exited only moments before. Voices implored him for details as they threw him around the circle furiously.

"How was she-?"

Another spin.

"Tunny, that is one hot piece of-"

Another spin.

"Can I have a try with her-"

At that, Tunny had enough. Fury rose up inside him and he began throwing guys off one by one.

"Get the hell off of me!" He shouted, pushing them back.

Instantly, the soldiers stepped off. They knew Tunny well enough to know that when you worked him up, his strong silence ended, and you'd wished you never thought to cross him. Several, including Rivers, held up their hands in a sign of surrender.

"Cool it, man!" Bluebird said, breaking Tunny away from wailing on one guy that stepped a bit too close.

Tunny stepped back, his jaw set and his eyes burning.

"You can't talk about her that way-" he began.

Dileo stepped up and patted his shoulder.

"King, you've gotta chill. We haven't seen a girl in such a position since Bluebird's girlfriend sent him that-"

Bluebird shot Dileo a look that clearly told him to shut up. Dileo listened and moved from the circle, knowing his jokes could not be appreciated. A long moment of silence passed.

"She was beautiful though," one of the men said through a smile.

Rivers chose that moment to interject himself into the situation. He stepped toward Tunny, who still fumed from the men's words and actions.

"Ah, get outta here," he muttered, shooing them away.

The men immediately scattered, spreading themselves out of the barracks and toward the four corners of the base.

"You alright, Tunny?" he asked, turning to the man and placing a hand on his shoulder.

Tunny shrugged him off.

"Fine."

Rivers let the man retreat into himself. Sliding on his sunglasses, he turned toward the exit to the barracks.

"You better not be getting into that girl when you're supposed to be on patrol! That's all I'm saying!" He joked, turning around mid-stride, and stuck his tongue out at his friend.

Tunny grabbed a tan boot from the barrack floor and threw it at the man just before the door slammed shut, keeping Rivers safe.

"Sick bastard-" the young man left muttered, before going to his bed and plopping facedown on it.

That night, Tunny received the closest thing to action he had seen his entire tour in Iraq. Looking out onto the Desert horizon, a small figure crept up beside him. He jumped and spun his rifle to face the intruder.

"Calm down, Clarke. It's just me."

Tunny finally got a good view of the face that snuck by his post. Illuminated by the light of a personal computer that she placed on the fence line, the girl from earlier that morning stood beside him. He lowered his weapon.

"Oh. Hello," he began.

She nodded and furiously typed into the computer before her, her eyes not glancing away.

"Hey, Clarke."

Tunny turned back to the fenceline.

"This is my post."

The girl shrugged, looking around.

"I know. I thought you'd be the only one nice enough to let me be here for a minute."

Looking out onto the desolate land in front of him, the man nodded.

"I think you were right about that one," he said through a smile, "Uh- What, exactly, are you doing here?"

Chuckling, the girl pounded the keys on her keyboard.

"I work with a specialized medical team. I run Com. for them. I'm trying to establish a signal with our satellite, but it's being-"

Using her fist, she hit the computer beside the scroll pad.

"Difficult," she finished, listening to the small 'ding' that the computer made in response to a contact finally being made.

A smile crept across her face, joy evident in her eyes even in the dim computer light. Unknowingly, Tunny's smile grew even larger.

"Well, Clarke, this'll have to be goodnight, I think," she said, folding her computer and folding it under her arm.

Tunny stepped back for a moment.

"I'm not sure that it's fair that you know my name, but I don't know yours," he looked down at her fatigues, "Jones."

She nodded.

"Awful observant of you, Clarke," she said, smiling sincerely at him.

He shrugged.

"I do what I can."

She looked up at him, her eyes locking with him. For a long moment, he saw everything that could be shining in those eyes. It filled him with a feeling that he hadn't felt in a long time.

"I think you'll have to earn my name, Clarke. For now, I'm just Jones."

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