Could you write an imagine about Ray Person from gen kill?? Maybe the reader and Ray could be kind of like a parter in crime duo, if you know what I mean? Seriously the Ray content lack is crazy so do what you heart desires on this😭💓
Two's a crowd:
*Y/n - your name L/N - Last name*
The hum of the Humvee's engine echoed through the vast desert as You , Ray , and the rest of hit-man two, rolled towards the war zone.
Dust billowed behind the convoy and the air inside the vehicle was thick with tension, but as always, Ray was determined to break it.
Ray Person, behind the wheel, wore a devil-may-care grin that mirrored your own. You and Ray had formed an unlikely partnership, a dynamic duo that thrived on chaos, much to the annoyance of your team leader, Brad Colbert, who was squeezed uncomfortably with is weapon in the passenger seat.
As the humvee bounced over uneven ground, Ray turned to you with a mischievous glint in his eye. "You know, (Y/N), we're practically the same person. It's like we were separated at birth or some shit."
You chuckled, exchanging a knowing glance. "Yeah, just a couple of troublemakers with a penchant for mayhem."
Brad, sitting next to Ray, rolled his eyes. "Can you two focus for once? We're heading into enemy territory, and I'd rather not become target practice because you two can't keep your shit together."
Ray snorted, his hands expertly navigating the wheel. "Come on, Brad, lighten up. We're the best damn team you've got."
The humvee continued its journey into the heart of darkness, and Ray couldn't help but start one of his signature rants. "You know, the Marine Corps is so fucked up. We're out here risking our asses, and for what? So some brass can sit comfortably back at base and drink their coffee."
You nodded in agreement, enjoying the familiar cadence of Ray's complaints. "Tell me about it. It's like they've never heard of a thing called common sense."
As Ray continued his rant, he suddenly went silent, a look of horror crossing his face. "Fuck, I left my dip back at camp!"
You exchanged a glance with Brad, who was growing increasingly frustrated with the distraction. Ray's stress levels rose as he frantically searched his pockets, cursing under his breath.
"Well, isn't that tragic, Ray? How will you survive without it?" you replied sarcastically.
Ray shot you a mock glare. "Survival in the desert is about more than just water, L/N . It's about having a good fuckin' dip to chew on."
"Ray the first time you had ' good fuckin' dip - you threw up all over me and Brads beloved humvee" You geered.
"Shut up- "
Brad sighed in exasperation. "Can we please focus on the mission? "
With the Humvee bouncing along, you reached into your pocket and pulled out a spare tin of tobacco dip, waving it in the direction of Ray's face.
"Lucky for you, I come prepared for all your dramatic crises."
" Life saver " Ray mouthed, taking the tin from your hand.
"watch the road" You mumbled, eyeing Brad who looked like he was about to rip Ray a new one.
You were both silent for a while until Y/n began to hum a familiar tune, Ray quickly joining in.
"mamma - don't let your babies grow up to be cow boys-"
"Hey - no Goddamn country music!"
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