Title: To Hate, Or Not To Hate?

Summary: The K-Unit each take a turn talking about the thing they dislike most at camp.

Notes: Inspired by a prompt: "Write about what you dislike the most." I instantly thought of the K-Unit for this story.

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K-Unit was on break. They had finished their thirty-mile hike, and they were done for the night. Now they were all sitting around the circle of fire and talking. Or, at least, Snake, Fox, Eagle, and Wolf were talking. Alex hadn't said anything.

"Cub," Eagle said, and Alex felt himself growing leery – after all, Eagle had two cans of soda that evening – and that was more sugar than he'd had in awhile – "I have a question for you."

"Go for it," Alex said with a tired sigh. He checked his watch. Ten more minutes and he'd go to his bunk; he just didn't want to seem like a sissy by going in too early.

"What's a chore you dislike here at camp? Or something like, an event or something."

Alex frowned thoughtfully. A good question. "Shooting practice," he answered finally, without much thought at all.

"Really? Shooting practice? Why?" Eagle asked in surprise. "You never even get to sit in on it!"

"'Cuz I never get to sit in on it, that's why!" Alex said, throwing up his hands in frustration. "Okay, what about you, Eagle? What don't you like?"

The SAS man with red hair paused for a minute as he stopped to think. "Cleaning the latrines," he said. His answer was also without much hesitation. "Yeah, definitely that."

Wolf snorted. "Well, maybe if you didn't actively try to piss off the sergeant, he wouldn't give you the worst jobs."

"Yeah, yeah," Eagle responded with a mysterious grin, "So – Wolf – what is your worst job here?"

"Watching you!" Wolf responded. He finished his beer and tossed the bottle into the nearby waste bin. "'Night. D-Unit volunteered to put out the fire. I'm heading in."

"Before the middle school kid?" Eagle called.

"Hey! I'm in high school!" Alex protested. "Don't mock my age."

"Yeah, you're what, in ninth grade?" Fox retorted.

"What's your worst job here, Fox?" Alex demanded.

Fox frowned thoughtfully. "Well – I'd have to say putting up with Wolf. But don't tell him I said that. What about you, Snake?"

"Being everyone's medic, and listen to everyone gripe about how I care about them," Snake responded with a grin. He turned to Alex. "Say, Cub, can I check out your arm injury from earlier?"

"No!" Alex said, pulling away quickly. "Not after last time, you almost marred it!"

"I was putting a band-aid on!"

And so ended the friendly conversation and began the bickering.

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