What about Captain South of Pink Team, though. What about Volleyball with the hugest crush on her CO, Volleyball six foot one and desperately trying to stay professional, goddamnit it, but her CO is just so… she does a lot of swooning as soon as South leaves the room. It gets even worse after South dyes her hair to match her squad’s colors, because South isn’t cute, she’s rough and loud and scarred and mean and she’s got blush pink kissing her jaw every time she moves her head and Volleyball spends a lot of time blushing under her helmet.
What about South who finds her Lieutenant smokin’ hot, but you know what? She’s not gonna go there.She’s got opinions about CO’s abusing authority, yeah? Not cool, no matter how bright Volleyball’s smile is, or how South might have butterflies in her stomach long after she thought they died off. And she dyes the tips of her hair pink, and hopes it isn’t too obvious that it’s not about the squad, it’s about her. It’s how she feels good with Volleyball at her back, walking into battle, but she also feels good letting her take point, watching her back. So she’s not gonna go there, she doesn’t want to make Volleyball uncomfortable so she just shoves it down.
And the rest of the New Republic watching these two dancing around each other and trying so hard to be good and professional, and just thinking like…please kiss. This isn’t even fun to watch anymore. Please, you giant lesbians, seriously you’re both over six foot tall and smitten with each other, please just kiss.