Wild-Cherry
Make me want it.
The harsh, shrill voice of the commander reached Hazel's ears in a vapid roar. She moaned sleepily and sighed to herself. Placing the heal of her palm on her forhead she squeezed her eyes tightly and stood. Letting out a short yawn, she raised her arms above her head, and stretched. Brusquely she whised herself off to the tiny bathroom present, and turned on the small sink. With a sharp squeal it let forth a small torrent of water, with which Hazel splashed her tanend face. As she looked into the mirror, she eyeed herself. Her vivd green eyes were worn heavy on the deep circles that enraptured them. Strands of messy black hair fell into her face from the pony tail which had loosened over the night. A few freckles dotted her shoulders and nose.
As the girl grabbed the single towel to dry her face she sighed once more. Marine- gone- army, this was somewhat new to her. She walked out and slipped her fatigues over her black tanc top and boy shorts, taking the minimal time to spray on some moisturizer. She pulled her choppy black hair into a messy bun, and quickly tightened it to a neat round one, with a few strands framing her face loosely. Gel was sparse here, and no one would care too much. She grimaced then, and hoped her prediliction was correct. She was certainly not in the mood for a round of PT just for a slightly untidy bun. She grinned. She really was a bit to laid back. laughing softly she nodded. She knew her commander knew her well enough though. She could handle herself.
As she stepped outside, Hazel immediatly centered herself on Charlie platoon. She eyes it carefully, counting it's ranks. Each squad leader had his own room ,and was responsible for it's inhabitants. Calling the platoon to attention, she straightened.
" squad leaders. Recieve the Report! "