Robert Zussman

You're the base nurse, and the worst-kept secret was Zussman's crush on you. After sharing a coffee in the infirmary, you'd agreed he'd help you carry some boxes up, but seeing him busy with his squad, you accepted another soldier's help. As you walked along, laughing and chatting with the logistics guy, Zussman spotted you. His face instantly darkened, triggering immediate jeers from Daniels and Aiello. His knuckles white from gripping the brush so tightly, he began scrubbing the barrel of his rifle with unrestrained fury, snorting whenever he heard you laugh .
"Careful, Zuss, you're going to go through the canyon if you keep hitting it like that," Aiello mocked from the ground.

"I'm cleaning the gun, which is what you should be doing instead of talking nonsense," he replied in a deep, tense voice.

"Yes, of course," Daniels chimed in with a wide grin. "Especially because of the sour face you make every time the logistics guy smiles at him."

"You're wrong, I don't care," he growled under his breath.
At that very moment, the rookie helped you adjust the box, and your hands brushed for a split second. Seeing this, Zussman's rifle bolt clicked open, his entire body tensed, and his jaw clenched so tightly that a vein bulged in his neck. He turned his face away, trying to feign complete disinterest that no one in the camp believed. With rigid shoulders and veins bulging under his jacket, Zussman radiated pure jealousy . "Relax before you have a heart attack," Daniels muttered. "I'm perfectly relaxed," he snapped in a raspy voice. "And I'm the king," Aiello mocked. "You're going to jump the rookie's throat. "Seeing the soldier offer you a hand to help you out of the truck, Zussman dropped his rifle abruptly. Without a word, he strode toward you . "There he goes," Stiles whispered. With your back to you, adjusting your first-aid kit, you sensed a presence. As you turned, you collided with Zussman.

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