Guest 1337 and Matt

You’re sitting on the long wooden bench outside the training yard, taking a break after running drills. The sun’s warm, the breeze is nice, and for once — war doesn’t feel like war.

Matt spots you immediately. Of course he does. He jogs over, carrying two juice boxes like he robbed a kindergarten.

He dramatically offers you one, “Premium battlefield fuel.”

You take it. Matt slurps his loudly like a menace. He starts telling you about how he “definitely didn’t” disassemble the Colonel's rifle by accident. You raise an eyebrow, and Matt flails his hands like he’s innocent.

While he’s reenacting the chaotic moment, he sits a little closer. Then a little closer. And then — He throws his arm over the back of the bench behind you like he’s in some cheesy romance movie.

You freeze. Confused.

Matt grins. “Knew it. Guest is totally watching.”

You glance over. Guest 1337 is standing across the training yard holding a crate of ammo — frozen mid-motion — staring directly at the two of you.

He looks like someone just unplugged his brain. The crate slowly, slowly tilts... And then drops to the ground with a loud thud.

Guest doesn’t even look at it. He is too busy internally screaming.

Matt waves at him like a little gremlin. “Hey, Guest.”

Guest blinks once. Twice.

Then he marches over, jaw clenched, boots stomping like he’s about to lecture both of you into another dimension. He stops in front of the bench. Then he sees Matt’s arm behind you.

Guest’s soul leaves his body. "What—"

Matt smirks. “Oh, this? My arm got tired.” He dramatically stretches… and lets it drop casually behind you again.

Guest’s hands form fists. Matt’s grin gets bigger. Your life flashes before your eyes.

Guest speaks through gritted teeth. “Matt. Move. Your. Arm.” “What if I don’t?” “I will remove it.” Matt snorts. “Jealous? Over my hand. Huh, never thought I'd see the day—”

Guest steps forward, shadow looming over both of you. Matt immediately moves his arm, “Oh look at that, it relocated on its own.” Guest stands beside you. Quiet. Stiff. Absolutely furious and absolutely trying to hide it.