<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80BF00">Karra Lee Micheals</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BF00">Captain Micheals</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/d8d8d07d-bef1-4b12-bb9c-4a8ccbe576b0_zps6c4f5818.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Karra had tried to resist Tom's pulling, but it was difficult in the small space and he had always been stronger than her. Soon they were in the freight room and Tom had grabbed her by the shoulders, shoving her hard into the crates. The breath left her along with whatever words she had planned.<br/><br/>Who gave a flippin' shit what the woman was facing? They were all facing the same future. Why did it matter that she was a civilian or not? Karra had given more than enough of herself to the damn country, to Tom, to the whole goddamn world and not a single tear had been shed during that time. Not when she had been taken captive during her time in field combat, not when she had been buried alive in rubble from an attack many years prior, not when she had missed her own mother's funeral for the sake of a mission. If Tom wanted to talk about losing things, they could.<br/><br/>But Tom was on an angry tirade, more angry than she had seen him in a while. He finished his rant about how the Latina woman would just need a shoulder to cry on, only to enter a whole new realm of speech. Despite what Tom may have thought, she had been completely unaware of his feelings--even though he had expressed care for her before. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Don't ruin it now by starting to act like a jealous bitch..."</span> then his lips were on hers. Karra was shocked and a bit angry. He couldn't just drop a confession like that, couldn't just call her a jealous bitch, couldn't act as if she was being a child and then just kiss her. But the longer the kiss lasted, the less angry she became and the more she couldn't remember what she was so pissed about to begin with. <br/><br/>The moment the kiss broke, however, Karra's mind came back to her. She shoved Tom away from her, ready to tear into him. <span style="color: #80BF00">"You think that kisses will make it all better? That I will just suddenly be content and happy? You know for a fact that she didn't need comfort in your lap, a shoulder would have been enough. Second, I was completely in regulations so your reprimanding is unnecessary Major,"</span> she spat the last word out. It was her turn to slam him against the other wall, <span style="color: #80BF00">"But kisses don't hurt..."</span> her lips met his again.</div>