COPYRIGHT (C) Literary Ranger
This is a work of fiction, based on partial truths, which I will reveal at the end of the story.
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Camouflage Uniforms are supposed to be pretty asexual, but some women just have a body that fills out the uniform no matter what. Lieutenant Lopez was one of those women. She was about 5'5" and if I had to guess she probably weighed 125 pounds and most of that was in her boobs, her butt and her muscles. She was a classic Latin Beauty, olive skin highlighted her full red lips that did not require lipstick. Full eyebrows arched over dark eyes that unwary men could get lost in. Her full mane of black hair was tucked up under her camo cap. She gave me what I thought was a seductive smile as she walked by and I thought it was odd as I knew I was quite a bit older than she was. Also, as a Sergeant, I should not be messing around with her, an Officer. I also knew I wanted to find an excuse to talk to her.
Me, a few inches taller than her, definitely fit, beyond Army standards. I've been told I'm handsome, but after two divorces, your ego fills you with self-doubt. She could tell at a glance I was fit too as I filled out the uniform well and the extra patches on my uniform told her I had seen some action in the Wars. The weapons I carried with me and the way they were configured, let her know at a glance that I knew how to handle myself in a gunfight and was not a poser. Yes, we get posers even in Combat Zones. Maybe that was the reason for her smile? I wondered.
I watched her very nice rear as she walked past me to the Tactical Operations Center, TOC. Very unprofessional of me, I know.
Much to my surprise, she gave me a 'look back' before she entered the TOC and smiled again at me as she entered the door.
I decided it would be a good time for me to go into the TOC as well and check on some Air Support Requests I had submitted the day before. I knew they weren't done as they were not due to be published for another 3 hours, but it was as good of an excuse as any to go to the TOC and maybe talk to LT Lopez.
I walked into the TOC and went to the Operations Sergeant's Desk and asked the Ops Sergeant about the Support Request.
He looked up at me like I was stupid. "Mitch', you know that's not due in for another three hours." He said. I just gave him a big smile and nodded in the direction of LT Lopez.
"Oh," he replied. And then he pretended to point out interesting paperwork on his desk to me as we took turns staring at her fine rear end as she spoke to our idiot Colonel. After about 10 minutes, the Colonel called for me.
"Sergeant Mitchum, Lieutenant Lopez needs some ammo. See if you can help her out." The Colonel asked, then he went back to stealing oxygen from better minds.
"Yes, Sir." I replied. "Follow me, Ma'am." I said, addressing the Lieutenant.
She smiled again and followed me back out the door.
We had a pretty good set up where we were. We were in the middle of Nowhere, Iraq, along the Euphrates. Working with the Iraqi Army, trying to reorganize and reeducate their Army after the initial invasion. We lived in air-conditioned armored buildings that were individual rooms and if you were lucky, you didn't always have a roommate.
"I'm Sergeant Mitchum, Ma'am and right now I'm the Ammo NCO (Non-Commissioned Officer, Sergeant) What kind of ammo do you need?" I asked.
"I need some.50 cal and some 5.56." She replied. "How do you have ammo?" She asked. I laughed.
"Just been collecting it since we arrived in Country. Whenever someone would ask if we needed ammo, I always say, yes." I answered. "Something I learned in Ranger School."
"That's smart." She replied.
"Thanks," I commented as I opened the door to my room and held it open for her.
"How is it that you don't have ammo? Your base is the main supply center for the area." I asked.
"Well, you know they're shutting down the base and the first thing they took was all the ammunition." She replied.
"Not the smartest thing to do, but I understand." I said.
"Yeah, they wanted to get it to the new supply base." She explained. Put her rifle in the rack I had made. I placed mine next to hers. She sat on my bed and seemed really relaxed.
"Coffee, tea, sports drink?" I offered.
"Oh, my, you have tea?" She sounded surprised. "I haven't had tea in forever."
"I have Earl Grey, Red Zinger, Citrus Select and some others here. You are more than welcome to look around." I said, gesturing to the coffee service I had set up on a small table in my room.
"Earl Grey would be great!" She said with enthusiasm.
"That does sound good, I think I'll have some too." I agreed.
"You have a really nice setup here." She commented, looking around my room. I think she was looking for pictures of a wife or girlfriend. I had neither, but that is a story for another time, to steal a line from 'Conan the Barbarian'.
"Just because we are in a War, there is no need to suffer." I said, smiling at her. She smiled back and seemed to really be checking me out. She took off her cap and began to remove the clips holding her hair up. As I filled the boiler with water, I cocked an eyebrow, uncertain as to what was happening.
"So, how long are you staying at our base?" I asked to fill the dead air between us. She sure seemed to be making herself comfortable.
"I was dropped off to coordinate our convoys through the area and try to find another route." She states, shaking out her full head of black hair. It fell to the middle of her back. She smiled at me. "They are going to pick me up tomorrow on the way back through, so I'll be staying the night."
"Interesting," I commented vaguely, with a smile on my face. I poured the hot water into cups and put the tea bags in to seep.
"Yeah, I got all the coordination's done and am just waiting for my ride tomorrow." She replied. She shook her hair out, it cascaded down around her shoulders.
"So, what's your first name?" I asked. "I'm George, by the way."
