Generation Kill fic requests you say? Can I get a Ray Person where sometimes he accidentally hits the radios buttons and the reader overhears his rants and comes back with some of her own? Or a Nate Fick angry and it triggers an “oh no he’s hot angry” reaction that the reader can’t hide?
Hotheaded
Nathaniel "Nate" Fick - Generation Kill
A/N: I couldn't choose so I decided to combine both prompts into one fic :)
Rating: 16+ (language)
"-and if you take a moment to really think about it, it makes total sense!" Ray's sped up rant continued over the comms, no doubt thanks to the amount of ripped fuel he had ingested over the past 24 hours. "This war isn't about money or oil or any of it! We're here because of sex!"
Slamming your head back against the headrest, you let out an exasperated groan. "How long has he been going on like this for?" You turned to look at Rudy.
Rudy glanced down at his watch. "About 10 minutes."
"Good God! How does he not know he's broadcasting this to everyone?" You slammed your boot down against the humvee floor and grabbed the receiver. "That's it. I can't listen to him anymore."
Rudy chuckled under his breath. "You tell him, little lady."
"Would the Whiskey Tango individual who insists on ranting about sex and his deranged theories about the origin of this war over the comms please shut the fuck up?" you snapped into the receiver. "I don't feel like listening to your family-fucking twang for the entire time we are sitting here."
You could hear a couple of laughs escape the humvees directly in front of and behind your own. For a few seconds, you thought Ray had actually caught on to how annoying he was being and shut up. Then the comms crackled to life once more.
"You sound just like the government, trying to silence the truth because you're scared about what it means for your good American values!"
"Ray, you wouldn't know the truth if it slipped into your bedroom at night and tickled your prostate!" you shot back. You weren't backing down until the idiotic RTO shut his goddamn trap. "And even if this war was about sex, what would you know about it when you look like someone who'd only get some through an unfortunate keep-it-in-the-family arranged marriage or if a blind woman took immense pity on you?"
More laughter. Even Rudy, who usually tried to stay out of the constant back and forth, couldn't help but crack a smile.
You could tell Ray was ramping up for another response, but before he got the chance, Lieutenant Fick's voice sounded over the comms. "Will you two idiots keep your lover's spat off of company-wide comms so the rest of us can sit here in peace and wait for further orders?"
You swallowed hard. "Sorry, sir," you apologized.
Ray's voice didn't follow. He didn't even apologize. Then you heard a distant shouting.
"Hey!"
You and Rudy shared a confused look. Leaning out the side of your humvee window, you spotted Ray doing the same thing at the front of the convoy, shouting back at you.
"What the fuck are you doing?" you shouted back.
"I get plenty of pussy, thank you very much!" Ray clearly wasn't done with the conversation, comms or not. "I wouldn't expect you to understand though, considering not even Manimal would get near your salmon-scented cavern, and he'd fuck anything with a hole!"
"Unfortunately, not all of us are born with a built-in dating pool—you know, that thing that regular people call the family tree! Or, in your case, the goddamn family circle!"
Ray furrowed his brows. You could see his mouth moving a mile a minute, but due to the sudden increase in wind, you couldn't make out what he was saying.
"What?" you called.
He tried again. Still nothing. Frustrated, he disappeared back into his humvee. "You keep telling yourself that, and when you're back home with no other choice but to sell your Iraq-worn body and dusty pussy on the corner, you'll remember what your old pal Ray said about the reason for war," he said, resorting to comms again.
"I think this is the longest I've ever heard him bicker with someone," Rudy pointed out. "You really know how to get him going."
"And I'm about to shut him down for good." You picked up the receiver one final time. "Ray, your unhinged theories are a direct result of your unique and equally unfortunate makeup of chromosomes, which could only come from someone whose mother is also their aunt! And when-"
The receiver was suddenly snatched out of your hand before you could end your finishing blow. With a sheepish smile on your face, you turned to see Lieutenant Fick standing outside your humvee, receiver in hand and a scowl on his face.
"Corporal, what the fuck did I just tell you?" Nate used his free hand to grab you by the collar of your uniform.
"Not to argue with Ray over the comms," you replied.
"That's right, Corporal." Nate leaned into the humvee, his bright blue eyes burning holes into your soul. "Now, tell me, are you just too fucking stupid to know how to follow orders or do you find joy in purposefully pissing me off?"
You felt a heat rise to your cheeks at the sight of Lieutenant Fick so angry. You had never seen him filled with this much rage, and for whatever reason, it was hot. Super hot.
You gently shook your head. "Neither, sir."
"Then why the fuck did I hear your voice over the comms again just now?"
"No excuse, sir."
"What's the matter? No rebuttal for your old pal Ray-Ray?"
You watched as Nate's face twisted into a horrible mixture of disappointment, anger, and exhaustion. "Ray, get the fuck off the comms before I come up there and throttle you through your humvee's window!" he snapped over the comms before throwing the receiver back into the humvee and releasing your collar. "I swear to God, it's like babysitting with you two."
You swallowed hard when Nate removed his helmet and ran his fingers through his dirty blonde hair. If this was turning you on so much, maybe Ray was right; maybe you did need to get laid more. Or maybe the Iraqi heat was getting to you more than usual today. Either way, you couldn't tear your eyes away from your Lieutenant.
"Something to say?" Nate caught you staring. "Or are you just getting a kick out of watching me snap?"
"No kicks here, sir," you assured him.
"Then what is it, Corporal?" he demanded. "Come on, spit it out."
You turned back to look at Rudy, silently pleading with him to save you. When all he did was shrug, you slumped your shoulders. "I really don't think I should say, sir."
"I didn't ask you to think. If I remember correctly, you attempting to have an original thought was what caused this whole thing in the first place. Everybody knows Ray rants. And everybody knows that if you just ignore it, he'll eventually stop. So, now that we're here, spit it the fuck out."
You were screwed. You just had to say it. "It's just that you're very attractive when you're angry, sir. That's all."
That stopped Nate's anger in its tracks. "What the fuck did you just say?" His voice had dropped into a low whisper.
You drew in a deep breath. "Did you want me to repeat it, sir?"
"No, I unfortunately heard you the first time." Nate looked over your shoulder at Rudy, who was looking out the window and pretending that he wasn't listening. "Corporal, switch with my driver. It appears you need some more direct supervision."
With that, Nate walked back to his vehicle at the rear of the convoy.
"Oh, my God, I cannot believe I actually admitted that!" You buried your face in your hands. "Why didn't I just say something else? Literally anything else?!"
"I don't know." Rudy was clearly amused by your misfortune. "You're right though. He is very attractive when he's angry."
"Right?!" You started to pack up your gear. "Well, wish me luck. If I don't make it to the next stop, you know who killed me."
Rudy gave a mock salute. "It's been an honour serving with you."
The walk of shame back to Nate's vehicle felt like an eternity, and when you passed the other driver, you didn't dare make eye contact. After stowing away your gear, you climbed into the driver's seat and settled in. Nate watched you like a hawk the entire time.
"I'm sorry about arguing with Ray over the comms, sir," you apologized once more, hoping it would help you get back in your Lieutenant's good graces.
"No apology needed, Corporal," he told you. He was much calmer now; back to the regular Lieutenant Fick you were used to dealing with. "I can't count the number of times I wish I could have done what you did. Ray and his fucking rants are the main reason I cannot wait to get out of this damn war. I'd quite literally rather take a bullet to the chest."
You couldn't help but laugh. "I'm sure we'd all appreciate watching you tear him a new one some time."
"Maybe," he sighed.
"- it's lack of pussy that fucks countries up. Lack of pussy is the root fucking cause of all global instability. If more hajis were getting quality pussy, there'd be no reason for us to come over here and fuck 'em up like this! 'Cause a nut-bustin' haji is a happy haji." Ray had once again accidentally turned the comms on while ranting to his passengers.
You watched as Nate gritted his teeth. Then, completely unexpected, he picked up the receiver and handed it to you. "Tell that fucker to shut his hole, Corporal."
"But, sir, I thought ..." you trailed off.
"I'm not the only one who's hot when they're angry." He smirked, and when you finally took the receiver from him, he sat back and got ready to enjoy the show.
"Pretty sure I said 'attractive', sir," you corrected. "But hot works too."
Whoa, I didn’t know how long you’ve been attracted to Nate Fick! Thought I was pretty alone in having long term HBO crushes, good to know I’m not the only one. Bill Guarnere in BoB is my biggest HBO 6-year crush… Totally my kind of guy, irl and out. Hold onto your comfort character 😊
...Yeah. It's a problem... or solution to depression, I don't know XD
It's his fingers and the way they position on his rifle, resting or gripping... or just holding a pen... those long fingers that can do things... It's his puppy-dog green eyes that are always stressed and carrying the weight of the world... It's his nose...his kissable lips that, when he smiles, it's the softest thing ever... The way he swears... I don't like when men swear much but when he does it... Oof it's something happens. Don't even get me started on how he protects.
.... I'll stop.
Nope. Guess you and I have been loners for a while. So hi, nice to meet someone who's got long-term HBO crushes!
I have a weird soft spot for Guarnere. He's not my favorite...very low down on the list... Mostly because I see him as a slut XD
but he reminds me of a 'family' member.
See, one side of my family is Italian. The other is British. I share equal qualities but will always choose British over Italian. My heart lies in England, and my humor is dry and that of typical British/Australian/NZ humor...
But I have heavy-set Italian features... anywho -
My family are friends with another group of Italian-background people, who are like an extended family. Me and this particular guy kinda had a forced friendship. Felt obligated to, to keep our grandparents happy. It was a lot of petty sibling rivalry.
He'd say shit to me...
But the minute someone else said the same things he would, similar or worse - he came tearing across from the other side of the room and placed himself in front of me, going face-to-face with the other person.
There was a soft side to this guy. And it came out occasionally when we weren't bickering over extremely stupid stuff.
TL;DR his protectiveness reminds me of Guarnere. I see Guarnere a lot like that. But that's probably also my little HC too.
I don't know. I feel like I'm talking to much instead of just replying to your original ask of 'OMG SAME!'
Hi! Hope you're having a good day! You are so right, the Generation Kill fics are very rare, it's a shame.
Could you please write something for Nate Fick where the reader is oblivious and doesn't realize that he loves them?
Thaaanks!
Atypical
Nathaniel "Nate" Fick - Generation Kill
Rating: All ages
It had been a long tour. Iraq was brutal from start to finish, and even now, when you knew you would be heading back to the States in a couple of days, it still didn't feel real.
Staring out at the vast Iraqi desert that surrounded the base camp, you exhaled long and deep—a last-ditch attempt to expel the weeks of dust that accumulated in your lungs.
"Ready to head back home?" A familiar voice came from behind you.
You smiled to yourself as you scooted over, making room for your visitor in the back of the truck you had found refuge in. "And here I was thinking I had finally found a moment of peace and quiet in this damn war."
Nate smirked as he sat down next to you, his bright blue eyes practically sparkling in the sun. You had seen a lot of things you wouldn't ever forget while in Iraq, most of them bad—but Nate's eyes were one of the few good things that lingered in your mind.
"Sorry to disturb your personal oasis in the back of this Motor T rust bucket." The truck made a worrying sound as he shifted his weight and he quirked a brow. "Point made."
"Well maybe if you had whipped your men into shape more, I wouldn't have to feel as though Motor T is the only place I can go for some quality alone time," you told him as you tilted your head toward the sunset.
"Manimal trying to buy your underwear off of you again?"
You choked on your next breath. "How the hell do you know about that?"
Nate laughed. "I know about everything that goes on in my platoon."
"Either way, no, that wasn't happening ... not again, at least." You shook your head. "I was just trying to take some time to reflect. I thought going home would be a happy feeling."
"You're not happy?"
"I am. But I'm also not." You tried to explain your complex feelings. "I don't know, the possibility of never seeing any of you guys again isn't as much of a relief as I thought it might be. Don't tell anyone I said that."
"I won't," Nate assured you with a chuckle. "For someone coming into a group of guys who have been together since Afghanistan, you really held your own. It'll be weird if we ship out again and you're not there."
You watched as the night sky shifted from a brilliant shade of orange into a dark purple. "Give it some time and I'll be as ready as you are to be done with this war and go home."
"How do you know I'm ready to go home?" Nate asked.
"You're not the only observant one," you answered, earning a dubious look from Nate. "... and I overheard you and Brad talking."
Nate nodded when you confirmed his suspicions. "That sounds more like it."
"Hey, I am plenty observant!" You smacked him on the shoulder. "I wouldn't be here if I wasn't. It's a pretty important quality for a marine."
"True. But still."
"But still?"
Nate turned away from the sunset to look at you. His mouth opened to respond, but before he could get a word out, he decided against it and averted his gaze. "Nothing."
"No, no, no." You grabbed his face with your hand and forced him to look at you once more. In that moment, you didn't think about the fact that you were technically laying hands on your superior. "But still what?"
"I think it's a conversation better had at a later date," he told you as he gently pushed your hand away. "When there's less sand and less gunfire. When we're just normal people, not a Lieutenant and his Corporal."
"You know we could die tomorrow, right?" you reminded him. "Or right now. There could be a sniper lining up the head shot as we speak. What if I died right now and you never got to tell me whatever it is you're being so secretive about?"
Letting out a defeated sigh, Nate reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a ring. It wasn't just some class ring either; no, it was an honest-to-God gold banded ring with a diamond on the top.
"Lieutenant Fick?" Your eyes darted between his face and the ring.
"Please do not call me Lieutenant when I'm holding an engagement ring."
Your mouth fell open. You were at a loss for words. "What ... what the fuck, Nate?"
"I suppose that's better." He clasped his hand firmly around the ring so it was no longer in sight. "When I first met you, I wrote a letter home and mentioned you. Told my folks all about how we had this woman riding with us and how I didn't think she'd last a week."
You were too impatient to wait for the follow-up. "And?" you prompted.
"And my mother sent me back the family ring and told me to let her know when the wedding was."
You laughed. You were aware how incredibly insensitive it was but in that moment, it was the only outlet you could think of for your overwhelming emotions. "What the fuck, Nate?" you whispered.
"You already said that."
"Well, I'm sorry I'm a little shocked in a moment like this. Can you blame me for not exactly expecting a proposal when I didn't even know you had feelings for me?"
Nate rolled his eyes. "I never actually asked you to marry me, now did I?"
"Then what's the ring for?"
"Well obviously it's for engagement!"
"What is happening right now?" You couldn't believe what was going on. Surely, you must have been dreaming. "Did you hit your head when I wasn't looking? Do I need to call Doc Bryan?"
"Oh, my God. I've really fucked this." Nate stuffed the ring back into his pocket. "This is not how I meant to approach this topic."
"What topic?"
"That I'm in love with you!" Nate proclaimed before burying his face in his hands.
A beat of silence passed and you were suddenly very grateful that you had chosen an abandoned corner of the camp to watch the sunset from.
"Nate?" you whispered once more.
"Yes?" he whispered back, his voice even more muffled from his hands.
"Did you just tell me you're in love with me?"
"Yes."
"And that engagement ring in your pocket is for me?"
"Yes." He finally lifted his head to look at you. "Not right now, of course. But yes, theoretically, at some point."
You couldn't help but laugh again. "This is so weird."
Nate made a strangled, embarrassed sound. "You're killing me here." He stood up to leave. "I should just go. This was clearly a mistake."
"Oh, settle down." You grabbed him by his uniform and pulled him back down. "Yes, I had a bit of a strong reaction at first, but considering the circumstances, I think I'm allowed that much. I never said I didn't love you back."
Nate's blue eyes lit up. "Do you?"
"Well, I don't know. I hadn't thought about it until now," you answered. "Maybe."
"Maybe?" That same sound slipped past his lips. "That's romantic."
"Okay, it's not that I've never thought about. You're obviously very attractive and all that," you rephrased. "I've just never thought about it seriously. In case you haven't noticed, we are in the middle of a war."
"I noticed. Which is why the ring's been burning a hole in my pocket until now." He drew in a deep breath, and when you didn't share another thought, he spoke again. "Now what?"
Reaching into his pocket, you fished out the engagement ring and handed it to him. "Now you ask me to marry you."
"Really?" His fingers trembled slightly as they plucked the ring out of your grasp. "Here?"
"Right here." You nodded.
"Okay. Right. Yes." He cleared his throat and jumped down from the back of the truck. Then he offered you a hand down, and once you were both standing on solid ground, he dropped down onto one knee. "Y/N, I know we haven't known each other very long. I know the typical thing is to date for a while before asking this question; hell, the typical thing is to actually have feelings for one another before asking this question. However, as a fellow marine, you know that typical is merely a suggestion. Either way, meeting you has been the highlight of this war, which I know isn't saying much but still ... I'd like for you to be the highlight of the rest of my life as well. Will you marry me?"
Your heart swelled at the gentle words falling from the mouth of one of the toughest men you had ever met. The way Nate looked up at you, as if you had the answer to every question in the world, was beyond endearing. You could truly picture a long, happy life with him.
"No," you answered.
Nate's hopeful smile fell. "No?"
"That's what you get for springing a goddamn engagement ring on me like this." You plucked the ring from his hand before inspecting it. "It is a rather beautiful ring though. Ask me again in a couple months and I'll gladly take it off your hands."
Nate shook his head as he stood back up and dusted off his knee. "And until then?"
"We date," you said matter-of-factly. "As typical as it is, I've had enough atypical for one lifetime."
It didn’t take long for you to figure out that Nate wasn’t having a good day. Leaning against your humvee, you watched as Schwetje chewed him out for one thing or another; he was always taking his anger out on the Lieutenant. Not because Lieutenant Fick was a bad leader, quite the opposite actually. It was obvious that Schwetje was intimidated by how much the men listened and looked up to the younger man.
You could see Schwetje’s mouth moving a mile a minute, Griego beside him chiming in every once in a while, but you couldn’t make out what they were saying.
Nate’s face was deadpanned, void of emotion as he endured the talking-to. His eyes, on the other hand, were full of annoyance and frustration.
When the three men finally went their separate ways, Nate’s face relaxed into exhaustion and he started walking back in your direction. Pushing yourself away from the vehicle, you straightened up and got ready to listen to him vent. Nate was very careful with voicing his disdain towards his superiors, but over time he had begun to open up to you and had learned that he could trust you to keep your mouth shut. As soon as the words left his mouth, they went into your ear and were subsequently locked away forever.
“That looked fun.” You smirked as soon as the Lieutenant was within earshot.
Nate just shook his head. “Not here.” He looked around at all of the men milling about before gesturing for you to follow him. Together, the two of you headed to the end of the parked convoy of vehicles and dipped behind one of the large supply trucks, relishing in the seclusion and shade.
“So, you wanna tell me what that was about?” you prompted.
Then, as if the floodgates had been opened, Nate was pouring out all of his frustrations to you. “It was ridiculous,” he started. “Apparently my stepping in to prevent Schwetje from calling in a danger-close missile strike was insubordinate behaviour.”
You scoffed. “Because how dare you save all of our lives like that?”
“Exactly!” Nate peeled his helmet off of his head and ran his hands through his hair. “You get it! Everyone here gets it except them. I don’t know how I’m supposed to do my job when they are standing in the way around every corner.”
“It’s aggravating. I get it.” You nodded. “I certainly don’t envy the position you’re in, that’s for sure. I wish I could do something more, but I’m so far down on the ranking totem pole it’s not even funny.”
“Just having you listen is more than enough.”
You smiled and leaned back against the supply truck. “Good.” You exhaled. “Let’s just stay here a while longer. It’s cool and quiet.”
“You don’t have to ask me twice,” Nate agreed. “But I do have to get back sooner rather than later. Can’t go crapping out on responsibilities now.”
“Maybe you should,” you joked. “Maybe once they realize how much everything goes to shit without you holding it all together they will start respecting you more.”
“I wish it were that easy.”
“Marines.” You chuckled. “We sure do like to make things harder than they need to be.”
“Yup.”
Silence took over for a few seconds and the two of you just stood there behind the truck, enjoying being away from the constant chaos of everything, even if only for a few minutes.
“I really do appreciate you taking the time to hear me out.” Nate turned to look at you.
“That’s what friends are for,” you told him.
Nate smiled. “Well, if you ever need someone to listen, just let me know. I owe you that much.”
“Well, if I have a problem with my superior officer, it doesn’t make much sense to air those grievances directly to my superior officer, now does it?”
“Are you saying you have grievances with me, Corporal?”
“Not yet.” You laughed. “Although, I do have a question.”
Nate cocked a brow in curiosity. “Hmm?”
“Why haven’t you kissed me yet?”
Nate’s entire body tensed up and you got great amusement from it. Apparently, the stern-faced Lieutenant wasn’t always so composed. “W-what?” he asked, finally managing to find his words again.
“Are you really telling me that you sneak off behind supply trucks with me just to talk?” You flashed a knowing smirk. “I mean, it was cute in the beginning, but now the suspense is just killing me.”
A smile crossed Nate’s face for a fraction of a second before realization hit. “Do you know what will happen if someone catches us?”
“I don’t see anyone around right now,” you said. “Besides, I’m not asking for anything from an erotic novel here. Just a kiss.”
“You really want me to kiss you?”
“Unless you want me to kiss you.”
“No, no, I’ll do it.” He nervously stepped in front of you, one of his hands against the truck, trapping you in place, while the other one came up to rest on your cheek. Then, without warning, he pressed his lips to yours.
You immediately smiled into the kiss. It was short and sweet and everything you had imagined it to be. “You have really soft lips,” you whispered.
“I’m still a little shocked that you just came right out and asked me to kiss you,” he said.
“I’m the only woman in this company of marines,” you reminded him. “I’ve learned to take what I want.”
“And you want me?”
“Yes.” You pulled him close and kissed him once more. “But you have to go and be all large and in charge now.”
Nate sighed. “How am I supposed to focus when all I’m thinking about it kissing you?”
“I have every confidence in you, Lieutenant.” You gave him a pat on the shoulder. “Now go and boss some idiots around. If you need to talk, you know where to find me.”
“Okay.” He reluctantly placed his helmet back into his head and began to walk off. “Oh, and Corporal?”
“Yes?”
“Stop standing around. There is work to be done.”
Standing up straight, you jokingly saluted him. “Yes, sir. Right away, sir.”
