<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-96uf5UivWic/UD4nB0tjKEI/AAAAAAAABmQ/FYEYzTyoz6o/s1600/bigstock-Young-Male-Underwear-Model--508130.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Two weeks ago</strong></span><br/><br/>His fists were clenched tightly as looked the taller, bulkier, and stronger black man in the eyes.  It had been a routine dry run of a "war game" as the captains called.  Lt. Phoenix was in charge of a small group of soldiers that were sent in to save a "diplomate" durring this dry run. Long story short, and with alot of paintballs, Tristyn and his men were lit up by the opposing forces.<br/><br/>It was a bad call by the Lt. and his men didn't like that.<br/><br/>Truthfully they didn't care for their Lt. very much as they were truthfullly jelous of his quick achievements to get him to his posotion.  So when they failed the "dry run" his men turned on him in the outside parkinglot of the naval base in Virginia Beach.  So as before he foundhimself staring this kid down, his own eye was black and he was sure his rib was broken, but the two other kids were bloody on the ground, as for this third member though, he was sure it was going to hurt.<br/><br/>This is when he saw from the corner of his eye the MP's racing their way.  And in a few short and confusing moments he found himself pinned to the ground and being cuffed.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Present time</strong></span><br/><br/>He had been punished to fleet week, miles from his old base of Virginia beach to this new home.  Going from coast to coast was difficult however when the option of either being booted or demoted came up, he chose demoted.  The navy was his life, was all he had, and he didn't want to fail the only person who loved him as him, his Memaw.<br/><br/>As he walked through the lower levels of the battle ship he heard the noises of a female voice fumbling about the areas of the ship where she shouldn't be.  Soon enough She found arms under hers lifting her to her feet with ease.  "Can I help ya?" his voice was soft with slight irish accent to it.  At the same moment of speaking she felt her camera being pulled from her grasp as he looked it over.  "Ma'am, yur not aloud to take photos down here, I have to confiscate this."  His greens eyes, the one still black from the fight a few weeks ago looked her body over before looking to the camera.