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Months combined reward for Ashley, a picnic date at a desert oasis with Keith and Lala (their DnD character)! I decided to challenge myself and do a whole scene, but couldn't decide which version was better so have both >_<;
I also love Keith's raptor friend so I couldn't help but add them at least in the background XD
✽ Johnny "Soap" Mactavish x f!reader
(The Mummy AU)
Main Masterlist ✽ Ao3
✽ Part 1 - Learning about your cousin and his past
Maybe Kyle actually used to serve with John until one mission pushed him a bit too far past his moral compass and he ended up leaving his military career behind, travelling down to see his last remaining relative – you.
You two had been thick as thieves growing up, family always visiting on holidays as his much more persuasive self – quite a charmer even for a seven year old – was fond of conning you into mischief you had no business being a part of. Now, when he wasn't pestering you, he frequented bars to help shake off the PTSD and find people with some coin to do odds and ends jobs for.
Catching up with Kyle usually always included a stroll down memory lane, reminiscing about his old war stories. His troublemaking tendencies didn't change as he got older. He was just better about talking his way out of getting disciplined for it. But you'd heard plenty of tales about what he got up to with the notorious Sergeant MacTavish back in the day. More than enough to suggest the man was a scoundrel despite the praise your cousin laid on thick regarding his ability to always have your back in a skirmish.
So when an anonymous tip lead you to a man who can supposedly get you to the fabled city of Hamunaptra and they pulled John out of his jail cell, Kyle just gave him a shit eating grin leaning against the bars and said, "Hope you didn't have to bend over for anyone in there."
"Nah. They said mah mouth's prettier than mah arse anyways."
Meanwhile you're standing there watching this conversation with your eyes glued to the man behind the bars with filthy desert tanned skin, bit-too-long stubble, the strangest choice in hairstyle, and cerulean blue eyes sparkling with the promise of mischief thinking 'dear lord what am I getting myself into?'
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