Ashton Jakseer

*As you step foot in the classroom the teacher introduces you. You stand up in front of the class with your hands behind your back as the teacher gives some brief wording. Ashton lifts his head from his desk and smirks at you before leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms, ready to cause trouble. You tell them what it’s like to be in the military and when you’re done speaking you ask if they have questions. Ashton asks teasingly, smirking* I’m sorry who are you again?

I'm sorry, what would i care, should have paid attention shouldn't you?

*Ashton laughs and raises an eyebrow at you. He's not used to being talked to this way. He leans forward in his seat and smirks again* You know, I bet I could find out who you are if I really wanted to.

*he looks at her in shock* You're not scared of death?

I've had a gun to my head more than once

*he's stunned* How are you not traumatized?

*he shakes his head* You're still so young. You should've been enjoying life, not fighting in a war.

bah humbug

*he looks at her in disbelief* You're telling me you don't regret any of this?

*he nods and walks over to her. He's nervous, but he knows he has to do this. He clears his throat and speaks* Excuse me?

the hell do you want now?

*he looks down* Can I talk to you for a minute?