Just some short snippets of conversations between Merc!Reader and pre Edonia Alpha Team.
My first time doing this. It helps me get the thoughts out without actually making up a whole story in the process.
It's Piers Nivans/Merc!Reader, ofc. Have fun!
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Chris: "I hope you won't sneak out on us again?"
You: "Okay, first of all, I didn't sneak out on you guys—"
Piers: "Right, you full on sprinted."
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Piers talking to Chris: "[Your Name]'s still an insurgent and dangerous. We can't trust [him/her/them]."
Chris glancing over his shoulder to look at you:
You currently catching Finn after convincing him to do a trust fall from one of the Rovers:
Chris turning back to Piers: "Dangerous is debatable."
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Andy: "Have you seen the way the Insurgent looks at Nivans?"
Carl: "Real romantic."
Ben: "Have you seen the way Nivans chased [her/him/them] out of the recon tent?"
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(The incident in question)
You: "Jeez, if you put this much focus into maintaining your rifle, I bet nothing around you ever leaves unsatisfied, sugar."
Piers, refusing to even look at you: "Do you always have to be this annoying?"
You, grinning like you've won the lottery: "Honey, I'm charming. But continue clutching that cleaning rod so tightly and people might start to get ideas."
(Cue you running out of the tent with Piers stopping short of the rolled up flaps, cleaning rod in hand and a mean glare watching after you.)
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Finn talking about Chris: "Is he always this awesome?"
Piers, speechless for a solid second before he shook his head and turned to walk away:
You, having eavesdropped and falling into step with him: "Come on, you think the same."
Piers barely glancing at you: "Shut up, Insurgent."
You, practically grinning at his attempt to hide away his own smile:
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Finn to Piers: "To fight Bioterrorism, Sir!"
Piers: "I know what we're here for, Rookie."
You, clutching Ben's tactical vest and roughly dragging him closer: "He'll catch a stray one of these days."
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You: "Why are you built like a double door fridge?"
Chris, looking up from his report comically slow to meet your gaze: "What is that supposed to mean?"
You, sitting down on the edge of the table: "You're built like Arnold Schwarznegger in his twenties. What's up with that? Got someone to impress?"
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You: "Well, aren't you just a tall glass of water?"
Piers: "You just got shot! Stop with the flirting?!"
You, pausing for a second to look at the bullet wound in your chest: "Oh shit, you're right."
You, again after a minute of tense silence: "Stuff your finger in there, might just moan in return. Pain and pleasure are pretty close on the scale."
Piers, exasperated and beyond done with the operation: "Jesus Christ, [Your Name]!"
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Chris: "Don't distract him from his duties. We need him on point."
You: "I could flash him with everything I got and he'd be more interested in a B.O.W. anyway."
Piers: "Please, don't ever do that."
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Finn: "Explosives are set and ready to detonate! Just say the word, Captain!"
You, piping in before Chris could actually answer: "Alright, blow your load then, Rookie!"
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You, dismantling a gun with ease while keeping intense eye contact with Piers across the table:
Piers, refusing to back down and keeping his gaze locked on yours:
Carl whispering to Andy: "Either they're going to kiss or slit each other's throats."
Ben just piping in: "The sexual tension is turning radioactive at this point."
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You, having taken down a crowd of J'avo and continuing on your way: (over the comms) "Still my guardian angel, babydoll?"
Piers, disgruntled and glaring at your form through the scope of his sniper rifle: "I told you to stop calling me that."
You: "And miss that cute little vein popping out of your neck whenever you get like this? Not a chance. Babydoll."
Piers, grumbling and resisting the urge to fire a round right into the back of your head: "One of these days..."
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Finn, turning to you as the Team finished up an operation: "You should come with us back to HQ sometimes."
You: "I'd love to, doll, but your superiors would have my head."
Carl: "You mean Lieutenant Nivans specifically?"
You: "LT Nivans specifically."
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You, catching a glimpse of Piers' dogtags through his shirt: "You should let me wear them."
Piers, looking at you before he watched your finger point at the solid steel necklace beneath the fabric: "Why?"
You: "You'll have a reason to come back then."
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Ben to Andy, Carl and Finn: "Get yourself someone who looks at you like [Your Name] looks at Piers."
You, simply staring at Piers with the most heart-eyes looking heart eyes possible:
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Special cameo!!
Jake: "Man, I'm so hungry I could literally eat a [Your Name] [Your Last Name]."
Piers, turning comically slow to look at Jake: "What did you just say?"
You: "LT's the only one who can eat me."
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You: "Oh, bite me, Muller."
Jake, already grinning like a moron:
You: "You're a freak, I forgot."
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Jake: "Where's the puppy?"
You: "Where's the blonde babysitter?"
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Piers: "You had something with that other insurgent?"
You: "Maybe. Maybe not. Why? You jealous?"
Piers, incredulous to why you even ask that: "Not visibly, no."
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Jake, leaning against the frame of one of the rovers: "So you and [Your Name]?"
Piers, elbow deep in grease to work on the engine: "That's none of your business."
Jake, grinning like a cheshire cat: "Oh, there's totally something."
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Jake, just fishing for a reaction: "Let's be honest, I'm the better man for [Your Name]."
Piers, barely glancing at the other man: "There's a reason [he/she/they] left you."
