With a grunt and a groan she pulled the covers up over her face. "Shhhhh go back to sleep..." she mumbled sleepily. After a moment she realizedshe wwouldn't be able to go back to sleep. Yawning and stretching she rolled over to look at him. "I always sleep good by you." she told him with a smile.

Marcus hummed sleepy, a lazy smile on his face before kissing her briefly. "I gotta get up, pretty sure I'm late.". He said reluctantly after a minute, pulling away to sit up and swing his legs over the edge of the cramped bunk. " where are my clothes...what did you do with them?"

" Luckily I'm not on duty till later. Got some newbies to check over. Make sure they know what to shoot." she remarked before turning and sitting on the side of the bed. She glanced around the room. "I don't know! I'm not the keeper of your clothes!" she teased him. Then realized she couldn't find all of her own clothes. "Damn it! They've all gone missing."

"No youre the taker of 'em,". He grumbled before realization seemed to hit him like a slap in the face. " on for fucks sake, Guys come on!" He swore, glaring at the half open door as he heard what could only be muffled snickering.
"Tried to stop them Specs, I swear!" Cackled Casper from outside. "They strong armed me into it!"
"Get lost!". Shouted the now irate Marcus who threw the nearest thing to hand, a boot, at the door with a loud clang.

Shaking her head Rin got up and went to his locker. "here" she saidttossing him some fresh clothes. "The good thing about uniforms, they all look the same." she remarked as she slipped on one of his t-shirts. "After I get a shower and such I'm going to talk to John." she said as she pull on her boots.

"Only good thing about them.". Marcus grimaced in agreement after catching the clothes thrown his way. After a brief moment of admiring her in his clothes, he began tugging them on and into place.
" okay,". He said carefully after her last remark, watching her to see her emotional reaction. It was pretty easy for him to read her know, and he didn't doubt she could do the same to him.

She caught Marcus practically staring at her. She knew he was probably worried. "I'll be okay." she told him kindly. On the inside she was nervous, jittery, and worried. As usual she tried to hide her weaknesses, which were currently emotions. Like most things that got her worked up she knew during and after wouldn't be as bad as the annoying time leading up to it. Just get it over and move on. she repeated to herself constantly in her head.

"K, if you say so". Marcus said seriously, tightening his belt before getting to his feet. He wanted this to happen of course, but he didn't know this John guy,and had no idea how he would react to this. But then he had to remind himself that despite his desire to protect Rin, she was also pretty damn capable of protecting herself.

"I'll can't up with you later." she told him and gave him a quick kiss then headed out the door. Her mind rushed with a thousand different outcomes. Even as she showered she thought of what all could go wrong. By the time she was on her way to meet John her stomach was filled with knots. She had told John to meet her in a place they had often gone to talk. Upon arriving she found him sitting there patiently waiting.

John: "Hey! There you are! You okay? You don't look so good?"

Rin: "Hey... Yeah I'm okay. There's just something I need to talk to you about."

She said taking a step back from him as he tried to hug her. After a few minutes of awkward silence and small tall she decided to get into the heart of the matter.

Rin: "I can't be with you anymore. I don't love you and I won't ever love you, not really anyways. And it's not because oh you, it's just that your not the one I want to be with... Your a really awesome person and I'm really thankful you've been there for me but I won't be happy in a relationship with you. "

Her words were chopping and uncoordinated. As she spoke she regretted how it came out. Somehow everything she said seemed to make it worse. The disappointment, confusion and upset could be seen spreading across John.

John:" it's him isn't it? Your friend from the ground squad. You love him, don't you? " he asked, fits clinched.

Rin:".... Yes. I'm sorry that I led you on. I thought I wanted to be with you but it's him I want. I never meant to-" she was cut off.

John: "Did you fuck him?"

Rin: "uhh I don't think we should -"

John: "Damn it Rin! Did you fuck him?! Right under my nose did you just throw yourself down for him??"

Rin: Groaning she shook her head. "It's not like that... But yes, I did sleep with him. It's not that I wanted to cheat on youiit's that I love him and want to be with him." she tried to explain.

John: Standing and pacing it was obvious he was enraged. "You fucking slutt." he growled. It was like he had become a different person. "I trusted you and you went behind my back and screwed another guy! Are there more?? Have youbbeen letting every guy on the whole damn ship hit it?? And to think you said you wanted to wait until we were more serious beforewe had sex!" he rambled.

Rin: "Please just let me explain..." she begged.

John: "Shut up! I don't wanna hear it!" he yelled before storming out.

By now, Marcus had reuinted with his squad once showered and presentable. There was the usual smart ass banter for a short while before Kyle had them snap to attention and shape up. Soon he had them armed and headed to the rear Deck F where others from their deployment were gathering to practice sims.
"Vacation is over children, time to earn your pay and dress up like big boys.". He said briskly, leading the way through the twisting halls.
Marcus was ever amazed by Kyle's impossibly accurate sense of direction. Honestly it was like he never got lost! Lucky bastard.
For the moment he was distracted from his thoughts concerning Rin as they turned towards a more mechanical and soldierlike mentality. True it wasn't full blown combat, but Kyle was never easy on them in these Sims, and more then once they had walked away from them with bloody knucles, lips, fractures, and sometimes bullet wounds. Never fatal, but always hidden. Kyle was a bit of a monster, an efficient one though.

It played out much like Rin worried it would. She knew he hated her now and that he wouldn't get over this easily. As to what exactly would happen next though she wasn't sure. Would he drag this to their superiors and make a complete mess out of it? Would he otherwise make her life a living hell? She didn't know. The only thing she felt sure of is that there wasn't anything else she could do. A twisted relief was the only thing she felt as she walked away. You live and you learn... she told herself.

John stormed through the corridors, obviously enraged. Along the way he occasionally passed a familiar face. People who knew John knew him to be a calm and easy going guy so when they saw him in the state of blistering anger it was quite the shock. It was evident that the John everyone had known was lost, at least for the time being. The question, though, was this monster the real John or had it simply taken over the gentle soul?
The craving for blood and revenge drove him forward towards one of the most foolish decisions of his young life. Using his bridge clearance codes he accessed crew assignments and found that Marcus'sssquad was on a training routine on Deck F. Quickly he made his way there.

When they reached Deck F, Marcus's squad passed several other familiar squads as they went to one if the unclaimed sim rooms. There were a few greetings and pleasantries exchanged, as well as cat calls, insults, and challenges, but nothing above the ordinary.
"Here, Casper you and Chad are first. Yeah I know you two are still pissed for some reason. Don't care to hear it tight now, go in there and work it out.". Kyle ordered when they reached the sim room, punching a series of numbers into the keypad on the wall to open the door. With grumbling discontent, the two clipped on their helmets and checked that the rest of their sim armour was in place before hoisting their weapons and trudging into the dark room. Sim armour was much lighter and painted white for easy identification, no where near the weight of actual strength of the suits they had been issued for ground combat.
"Give 'em a bit to get into the zone, then you and I will be the offense.". Kyle said quietly to Marcus, closing the door after the other two and leanng against the wall.
"Aye aye.". Marcus grinned, setting his helmet and gun aside before leaning back next to the taller man. By a bit, he knew Kyle meant at least 45 min. At that point the other two would be getting real jumpy.

John soon arrived on Deck F and began his hunt for the man he believed to have stolen his girlfriend. Despite what Rin tried to tell him he felt that everything would have been fine had Marcus never shown up. Rounding a corner he saw Marcus and another man sitting outside a Sims room. Ignoring the man (Kyle) beside Marcus he marched forward. "Hey jackass!" he said before decking Marcus in the face.

Marcus looked up at the sound of heavy footsteps and, seeing it was John and guessing his intention, straightened up in alarm. That was all he had time to do though before he was punched in the face.
"Wow, that was a bit extreme.". Mused Kyle, watching the two closely as Marcus swore and spat out blood. He wouldn't interfere unless things went bad, but he had recognized John and knew what this was about.
"Fuck, calm down," Marcus scowled at John as he straightened up, blood dripping from a split lip and a bruise already firming over it.

John stood there watching as Marcus reacted to the assault. "Calm down?! You fucked her and you took her from me! You piece of shit!" he shouted. As he stood there yelling he clinched and straightened out his hand a few times. He had likely broken a bone or two but the adrenaline kept the pain at bay. "You'll pay for what you did!" he growled as he slammed into Marcus, gearing up for another strike.

Marcus was ready this time though, feet planted firmly to keep from slipping as John rammed into him.
"She wasn't yours in the first place". He snarled, bristling at the string of insults and threats. Twisting to the side a bit he slipped his shoulder up against John's chest to shove him back a pace. Staying put he watched John warily with his fists clenched at his side incase the guy took another run at him. He'd give him a chance to walk away before he hit him back. After all he was only human, only so much he'd tolerate.

Being pushed away only agitated him more. Neither did Marcus denying his perceived right to Rin. "Well you weren't anywhere to be seen! If you wanted her you should have done it before she decided to be with someone else!" he retorted as he moved in once more. With firm footing he charged in with his shoulder while the opposing fist readied to strike Marcus in the abdomen.

Marcus ran forward to meet him this time, twisting to avoid the punch to the gut and bringing his knee up to ram it into John's. Fisting a hand in the front of John's shirt he dragged him forward to hold him place. "Cause I was busy fighting while you sat back on your lazy ass. You just targeted her cause she was alone." He hissed, not wanting to dwell on the guilt he still felt about being absent from her for so long

As Marcus's knee sunk into Johns gut he coughed out all the air that had filled his lungs. That blow had been enough to throughly get his attention. He was far from giving up however. "Shut the fuck up." he groaned. Instinctively he kicked Marcus in the shin as hard as he could with his poor footing. Then with a bent arm he swung his elbow up towards the side of Marcus's face.
His breathing was heavy and sweat began to collect on his face and body. John regularly went to the gym to keep in good shape, but working out wasn't alone enough to prepare him for such a vigorous fight. Emotions high and inhabitants low, John would press on.

Marcus flinched at the sharp contact with his shin, but was still able to swing that leg around behind John "s and trip him up. He let go of the other's shirt so he was free to fall but was still clipped in the jaw by John's elbow.
Marcus was no stranger to close quarters hand to hand, it having been a crucial part of his training as well as his day to day survival down below. But this fight had caught him off guard. And worse then that, it was personal and emotional. He wasn't being rational or logical here, wasn't trying to take John down as quickly as possible anymore. He was just angry.