Her hand on his shoulder caused him to startle somewhat.
"Um, I could be wrong but I'm gonna guess there was something more behind that outburst than you just not liking Call of Duty."
She didn't want to pry, but she also didn't want the guy to think she was uncaring or inconsiderate to his feelings.
"Look," Eun Bi began as she dropped her hand from James' shoulder and took a seat on a stool a few feet away from where they were standing. "I don't want to be some annoyingly noisy broad, so um, if you have some kind of issue with Call of Duty and don't wanna get into why, just let me know and I won't play it again in front of you - deal?"
"It's nothing" James spoke half heatedly, trailing off.
"Really, I'm fine. Go finish your game, I'm just watching the door." He managed to wrestle a horribly transparent grin onto his face, but it seemed like it would be enough to convince her.
"And no, it's not annoying. Nice of you to ask, but it's stuff you really wouldn't want to hear about. Bore you to death." This time his smile was real, as was the small chuckle he let out. He was secretly hoping she'd ask, and he could talk about some of the good times him and his squadmates had.
"So where have you been in your' life, Eun Bi? I mean, besides being rich, famous, and loved all everywhere you go?" He spoke kindly, but in his heart he held a small bit of resentment. Not for her, but for the way she got to live, like nothing could ever go wrong. Like there hadn't been a bad day in her life, or nothing had ever happened that made her scared, afraid. He was jealous. He was a combat machine, ready to defend his country from anything, and here she was, just living out her dream. Soldiers always say this is what they fight for, but that's a load of crap. A soldier fights for himself, to prove he's strong enough to protect those he holds dear.