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oh, there he go

dunn x ramirez tho...

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Foley: RAMIREZ!! WHAT DO YOU HAVE THERE?

*Ramirez, carrying Dunn inconscious in his armpit and a smoothie on the other hand*

Ramirez: A smoothie.

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dunn is coming.

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hm. yes. it looks right.

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Ramirez and Dunn were in the kitchen, 2 AM. Dunn was still too active to be asleep, and Ramirez as usual couldn't sleep. They would sometimes talk about stuff on those nights. Nothing big talk, Just enough to Dunn get sleepy and chiller.

Ramirez wasnt the kind of guy who would be a easy open book, actually, they barely knew him at all. Dunn got a crack out of him, a rare small crack.

- Can't wait for my vacation.. get back home, stay without bruises or stiches every fucking day. - Dunn Said as he supported himself at the kitchen's countertop.

- Hm, i guess so.. sounds good sir. - Ramirez Said with a tired Voice, as he looked a bit to the floor, drinking a Glass of Water.

- Not excited for yours, Ramirez?

- ...Hm, i'd rather stitches and bruises sir.

- what-? - Dunn was surprised.. is he Crazy? Falling from a Heli must have unscrewed a screw from his head.

- I ended my Glass of Water. - Ramirez Said as stared at his own empty Glass. Awkwardly. Almost robotized.

- Good night Corporal, sleep well. - He looked at Dunn with his tired low eyes, putting his Glass down and walking back to bed.

What a weird little private...

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Ramirez Biting Nails issue

Ramirez bites his nails constantly. To the point where his fingers bleed, they even drip blood out sometimes. The corner of his nails are always red, with meat exposed corners. It hurts to push the trigger sometimes, or do the usual push-ups that Foley makes him do. You might see the little shit with his fingers up his mouth because its hurting or bleeding. Dunn makes sure that his fingers dont get fucking infected, LIKE IT DID ONCE AND RAMIREZ DIDNT OPEN HIS MOUTH TO TALK ABOUT IT UNTIL HE WAS GROWLING IN PAIN. And of course, it was REAAALLY visible. Foley tries to make him stop with that, training and punishment are things he's been trying to use. Ramirez still wont stop biting his nails and skin off.

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Ramirez almost fails in destroying a BTR on his own, he almost kill himself and others soldier from it. Dunn almost dies as well. "RAMIREZ!! DESTROY THE GODDAMN BTR, DO NOT MISS!" - Foley screams through the comms. Ramirez could feel himself sweating, he was panting with fear, even tho.. he manages. "Hell- YOU ALMOST FUCKED UP THERE PRIVATE! DO NOT REPEAT THIS AGAIN." - Foley procceds after that, and give the next instructions to the team. The mission ends, they go back to the base get some rest for the next one. Foley is getting himself food, a full plate with everything he could find in his military ration. He's caught off guard my Ramirez suddenly appearing in the door. Foley startled. "Private-! You almost scared me boy, what'cha doing here?" - He says, sitting by the table. "Im sorry." - Ramirez says, in his usual neutral tone. Still with his helmet on "Sorry? What for?" Ramirez closes his fist discreetly, he looks a bit down. "For almost failing." "Oh, Ramirez.. it's- okay. Just don't miss like that again. We all thought you were going to die there." - Foley looks at him, mixing a bit his food with a fork. "hm." "I push a lot onto you too Private, this mistake is on me too." - He takes a bite, and procceds. Ramirez looks at him opening more his eyelids "Keep your weird little mind calm, dont think much about it. Just do not repeat the same mistake." "oh. I see." - Ramirez says, in a slightly happier tone. - "Thank you sargeant. Goodbye." - He turns around, and goes away. Foley laughs a little bit, and think what a strange private he has. Ramirez left the kitchen, he needs to talk to Dunn now. Ramirez can find people in a split second, for some reason. Dunn is in his own room (well his and allen.. but- they didnt found anyone else to put in there yet. Guess General Shepherd doesnt care much.), where he usually is to chill a bit. "Sir." "OOAAHH- RAMIREZ!! Dont you know how to knock?? Damn it Private.." - Dunn was sitting, he almost fell from bed. "Im sorry." - Ramirez scratches his arm, expressionless. "So- what do you want?" - Dunn stands up and gets closer to the Private, crossing his arms. "To say sorry." The Corporal turns his head a bit, "... i alredy forgave you for the scare.. weirdo." "No, from almost killing us back there, im sorry Sir." "... huh? Y-YEAH- sure, its- fine Ramirez. I used to fuck up a lot too, it happens." - He scratches his head, losing a bit of posture. "... Oh." - Ramirez looks down a bit "I used to, when i was a private like you.. So dont stress over it, its completely normal" <- Still fucks up. Dunn raises his hand and puts on top of Ramirez helmet. Kinda like a petpet. "Don't eat your fingers over it, its fine. Really." "Thank you, Corporal." Ramirez gets his head up a bit. Through Dunn's vision and angle, he can only see Ramirez mouth. The helmet hid Ramirez's eyes and nose . He can see a small, trembling, tired smile. Ramirez never smiled before, its- weird to see him smile. Dunn gets his hand out of the helmet, and Ramirez looks directly at him, without the smile now. He gives Dunn a little punch on the chest, and goes away. With his usual, neutral tones. "Goodbye Corporal...!"

and then ramirez cried his eyes out, because affection and friendship.