"...Insubordinate shit" AKA don't judge us - NWS AU Babe/Speirs
Any other PT and Speirs would have been running it with the men. But this wasn't really about the need for exercise or training, not really. He stood on the steps of the hotel, arms folded behind his back, sunglasses dark over his eyes and face expressionless. Heffron should be reappearing around the bend any moment now. This was his fifth loop of the village and if he wasn't dripping with sweat by the time he got back, he would run it again.
Speirs hadn't been expecting the soldier to comply. There was nothing making him do it. Speirs had held no gun to his head, although he'd been tempted. But apparently Babe had enough obedience left in him to know that an order given like the one Speirs had, it was meant to be order. Speirs wouldn't have shied away from physical violence, but he was pleased when Babe had glared before going to change into his PT gear.
Now it was just a matter of waiting.
Speirs hadn't been expecting the soldier to comply. There was nothing making him do it. Speirs had held no gun to his head, although he'd been tempted. But apparently Babe had enough obedience left in him to know that an order given like the one Speirs had, it was meant to be order. Speirs wouldn't have shied away from physical violence, but he was pleased when Babe had glared before going to change into his PT gear.
Now it was just a matter of waiting.