[center] [h3][color=a0410d] [b]Luke Godfrey
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Heaven, pure heaven was all Luke could think as he ate his meal in peace. It felt like ages since he’s had food this good, a brief memory of the shitty meals they were served in basic. He remembered the rich and noble got to have real food while people like him were handed mush and scrabs. It was all very frustrating at the time, but at least him and a few of his bunks mates managed to raid the kitchen one night and set up a secret feast for his whole barracks. He chuckled as he sunk his teeth into a fluffy, delicious biscuit that tasted unreal. He may have been overreacting a bit, but food was food and he was chowing down like no tomorrow. As he took a sip of his coffee he saw a familiar Darcsen sit down a seat away from him. A small frown rest on his face as he recalled her seeing the shit show from last night and decided to nurse his coffee, a gut feeling telling him his good morning was about to come to an end. He was honestly not in the mood for her. If he hadn’t stayed up for the past two nights he could probably handle it, but he just prayed she’d keep to herself. 

Luckily she did, well sort of. A small sigh escaped him as she began to annoy him slightly with a few quick glances and poorly hidden giggles. Luke glanced her way with a hard look and shook his head, silently warning her to leave him alone or there would be issues. He looked back to his coffee with a sober expression and noticed out the corner of his eye Shelly heading into the back with Emily. Great, now he was really alone. One last sigh escaped him before he finished off his drink and ordered a new one from the old man who graciously poured him more hot coffee. Nothing was added to the drink, but Luke didn’t care as long as he got it into his system. 

As Jean arrived Luke made sure to give a quick glance and nod before returning to his own business of sipping his drink, making it last for as long as he could. So far so good, no one was messing with him to bad and were leaving him alone. Maybe he’d be able to make this morning work after all. His hopes of a good morning though was dashed as a familiar voice spoke. Luke glance dover to Diana as she called him a loser and looked down to his plate as questioned about the food. He shrugged with a small frown.[color=a0410d] “It was good, better than any shit the army gives us that’s for sure,”[/color] he said with a flat tone before arching a brow and scoffing as she complained about her hangover. [color=a0410d]“Maybe grow a few inches, you’ll be able to handle it better,”[/color] he stated, his usual humor severely lacking in his voice. He looked away from her as he briefly remembered last night a grumbled under his breath before taking another sip. His cheeks reddened a bit in embarrassment as he thought on it, but he was brought out of it as Diana spoke to him again. 

Luke’s frown only deepened as she asked why he was the way he was. He even tightened his grip around his cup as she mentioned his mother, asking if he missed that witch! With gritted teeth Luke fully turned towards her with an annoyed glare and spoke. [color=a0410d]“First off I don’t have to explain a damn thing as to why I act the way I do. You don’t like it, load a round into your rifle, blow my head off and open up a spot for the next guy to take over for me. Do both of a favor!”[/color] he spat before shaking his head and turning back around. He went to take a sip of his coffee, but paused and glanced her way with an even more intense glare of rage as his knuckle’s around his cup visibly turned white in anger.[color=a0410d] “And stop bringing up my mother, that bitch is long dead and I don’t wanna be reminded of her. Just stick to spouting on and on about yours and leave it at that!”[/color] he demanded with a harsher tone. [color=a0410d]“You like to hear yourself talk anyways so it’s perfect,” [/color]he muttered as he looked forward and took another sip from his drink.  

Silently he knew his outburst was a bit uncalled for, but he couldn’t help it. His frustration, embarrassment, exhaustion and rage finally boiled over. Honestly he had plenty more things to say, but he knew he needed to stop himself before he couldn’t stop. His mind began to drift off into his memories and his rage only began to grow as he remembered the night he realized the hatred for his mother. He ran his fingers through his messy hair and stared into his coffee with a heavy frown as he began to sink down into his memories, ignoring whatever anyone had to say to him and his outburst.

[@Landaus Five-One][@Yam I Am]