(for the prompt) 13 fahc au geoff?
((I smell angst! Cuss words ahead!))
Everybody got back to base calmly from the heist you all just pulled. Even though normally after a sting everyone was contemplatively silent, this time the quiet made you wary. All the boys went to do there own thing except Geoff. While you were looking down, cleaning your gun, you saw feet come into view. Slowly, you looked up to see his irritated face, arms crossed.
“Are you out of your mind?” His voice was a low grumble.
“Huh?” Geoff puffed out his chest in irritation at your nonchalance.
“That stunt you pulled back there,” you stood up to properly meet his gaze, knowing that he was serious “you stayed at the hot spot for too long. That bomb could’ve killed you!”
“I was trying to get as much loot as we could-”
“I don’t even want to fucking hear it,” you saw redness start to creep up into the whites of his eyes “don’t you ever do that again! Understand?”
“Goeff…” you placed a hand on his cheek as a tear of his slipped past your fingers.
“I can’t lose you. Not you.”