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Shepard stopped at the end of the line to the last Marine in the row. The one Marine he was least interested in inspecting. Octavia Sinclaire and John Shepard knew each other from back in basic. Back when the two were just starting out. Back when Octavia still had John's trust. Trust that she betrayed when she lied in order to gain access to the Marine Corps and putting John in the compromising position that jeopardized his entire career. He'd thought he was over it, the sting of betrayal and the anger that came with being lied to by her of all people. He was wrong. Standing there looking at those alluring blue eyes staring up at him defiantly as she leaned casually against a set of lockers while the rest of her company stood at attention for inspection. Another classic example of how Octavia Sinclaire thought the rules just didn't apply to her.

John paused and turned sharply to look down at her. His hand folded professionally behind his back as he looked down at his subordinate.

"Commander..."

He corrected flatly as he stared angrily into her stunning oceanic eyes. Despite her beauty, despite their past he was her commanding officer and she was going to shape up or he'd get rid of her. He had no use for unruly marines under his command.

"And in case you haven't noticed corporal your unit is standing at attention. Now get your ass up and stand at up straight until I give you something to do Marine."

Shepard's scolding was scathing and harsh and one Octavia would no doubt take to heart only to boil with hatred over. Angry or not she wouldn't go against her CO openly, not this way. She'd shape up enough to get him to leave her be, at least for now. The other Marines were casting a few wayward glances at the Sinclaire as her CO stared her down.