#mathis
Why’d they make Mathis so hot in The Long Dark. He’s literally so hot and for what. I can’t keep wanting to kiss fictional criminals
But today, the shower in the gym was broken.
As a still sweaty Captain Ross came through the maze of cubicles surrounding her office. As Section Chief she was the only individual who merited a private office. As she went by Chief Warrant officer Charles Mathis’ cube he whistled and said, “Nice uniform, Captain. Where can I get one like it?” Mathis was probably the oldest, longest serving individual in NATO. He had almost 40 years in uniform and was biding his time until mandatory retirement at age 62. He could, and did, get away with saying things that would have gotten others astern rebuke or written warning at the least.
Captain Ross didn’t take any offense. She admired Mathis for his lengthy service and looked at him as almost a father figure. She smiled at Mathis and said, “You like it? Shorts and a running bra are all the rage among us young officers now. But on you? I dunno. I think I’ll just go in my office and cool down before putting my uni back on.”
Paul didn’t notice or hear that conversation. He was sitting at his desk deep in thought about something Magnus, one of the INTERPOL agents who had worked with Ted and him in Munich had said, “It seems a lot of this trafficking of females has a central entity behind it.” Paul was still trying to figure out what the nexus might be when he got a ding on his e-mail. It was from Captain Ross and said merely, “Come see me, please.” Paul went other office and saw the door was closed. He knocked lightly and heard the Captain say, “Come in.” He did and saw her sitting in a chair beside, not behind, her desk. She was barefooted, her military boots and running shoes beside her. She had on running shorts – a size too small, Paul thought- and a black sports bra. Paul also saw her uniform hanging neatly from a hook on the wall.
Paul said, “Excuse me, Captain Ross. I thought you said to come in.”
She glanced up at him and said, “I did. I thought we could talk while I cooled down from my run. That old saw about ‘Horses sweat; ladies glow’ is a bunch of b.s. And please, for the hundredth time, call me Joanne or Jo.”
“O.K. Will do.”
Joanne said, “I just got an e-mail from Colonel Grey. He said that you did an outstanding job briefing the general this morning. I wanted to pass that along. I wish I could have seen it.” The audience for general officer briefing was limited by the available space. Only colonel and above officers got to see the briefings in person, although the written texts would be posted on the website later. Joanne continued, “Anyway, I just saw the colonel’s e-mail and wanted to pass along the atta boy.” Then she got up from the chair and went to get her uniform. Paul noticed. He thought, “Yep. Those running shorts are a size too small and either she’s wearing a thong or going commando underneath the shorts.”
And as Joanne pulled her uniform trousers up over the shorts and slipped on the matching camouflage jacket, she said, “And remember, I sort of invited you to have dinner at my apartment sometime?”
Paul responded, “Yes, I certainly do.”
“What about Friday night. I’ll cook pork Belgian pork chops.”
