Even if I want to rip that son of a bitch's head off.
I count to ten and repeat the Marine Corps code. Searching through my ruck, I grab an Ace bandage out of the emergency kit. By the time I emerge, I've decided two things: I need to keep more distance between Katya and me, and I'm going to make sure Harris understands exactly how many pieces he'll be in if he ever touches her again.
I wrap her wrist in silence. She definitely got in a better hit than Harris did, which I'd like to take credit for, if I didn't feel like shit ignoring this issue when every instinct in my body tells me to take control of this situation now.
"You've got five minutes to get breakfast," I tell her when I'm done with her wrist. "No one will say anything to you about Harris."
For once, she listens without smarting off. Katya goes to the mess tent.
I remain outside, needing to cool off before I see her or Harris again.