Yandere Blue Team w/ Spartan darling
𐦍 A. Tex, Leonard L. Church, Michael J. Caboose
cw(s): yandere themes, stalking (Tex), emotional dysregulation, self-degredation, possessiveness, physical violence towards others: not reader (Church), delusions, manipulation
Yandere Red Team w/ Spartan darling
𐦍 Colonel Sarge, Dexter Grif, Franklin Delano Donut
cw(s): yandere themes, overstepping boundaries (Sarge and Grif), predatory behavior, self-degradation (Donut), manipulation, abuse of power
🅨🅐🅝. 🅐. 🅣🅔🅧
What the hell did she just hear―? A Spartan of all people joining this gaggle of moronic, barely-up-to-standard troops.
She's slightly anxious that the super soldier will see her unauthorized presence as a threat and take her out. She may be good, but she's not that good. She can confidently say that your skills had her floored, both metaphorically and physically. You easily took her down as she wasn't in the unit files or wearing friendly gear.
Her usual staying out of sight and observing, stalking as some would call it, methods are in vain when it comes to you. You've managed to pick up on her presence every single fucking time she's tried to trail you. None of her contacts know or are willing to give her the down low on you. Makes sense, but it isn't any less vexing.
Walking up and engaging with you also fails. You simply glare at her, or, er, at least stare; she can't tell due to your visor. She can assume that you are less than pleased with her. She knows you don't trust her.
For once in her life, Tex is the one playing catch-up. She is no longer the mysterious badass that impresses both teams but a slightly desperate operative wanting to form a romantic bond with you.
It's like trying to extract information out of an opp, and she loves it. A challenge, someone worthy of her infatuation. She can't fool you, although she has tried on numerous occasions. She never realized how much she liked being put in her place by someone.
🅨🅐🅝. 🅛. 🅒🅗🅤🅡🅒🅗
He's threatened by your presence. You outrank him. You'll take over the unit. It isn't that you aren't qualified. You are. He just doesn't want to listen to someone who thinks they know all the ins and outs of the delicate balance between the Reds and Blues.
[ Pans to Church missing multiple shots at Sarge's head. Tucker and Caboose are bickering. Donut is running around screaming. Grif is sitting on a rock trying to yank a snack cake out of Simmons's hands. ]
He tries to be imposing but takes one look at you and nearly pisses himself. Holy fuck, they are so winning. His superiority and inferiority complexes are having a field day trying to work with you. Part of him wants to own you, for you to be his loyal soldier, because he's much more experienced in the gluch. The other part knows he's inadequate and wants to hide from you. You're an unstoppable, enigmatic force.
He lashes out at you because of his own self-perceived shortcomings. You take it as he dishes it out, brushing him off like he's nothing more than harmless debris that has fallen onto your MJOLNIR armor, which he is obsessed with trying to break, by the way. Your armor makes you special. He doesn't like that. In fact, he hates it. You must think you're so much better than them! Being all cool, calm, and collected: things he wants to be but always seems to fail at.
He's even meaner to his teammates unless they back off and leave you alone. He has zero tolerance for being undermined by them when you're near. He'll get violent, more than his usual verbal berating. He beat Tucker bloody once for questioning him in front of you.
Tucker shouted, "What the hell is wrong with you? I get fighting over a nice piece of ass, but you don't need to kill me over it! They aren't gonna fuck you just because you fucked me up!"
That managed to snap him out of his jealous fueled, emotionally unstable stupor. The mere notion that eliminating Tucker would not garner your favor was enough to chill him to the bone in the middle of the day under the hot-ass sun in the dry, bony desert. Now, at least, everyone knows to use your judgment as a way to control Church's outbursts.
He is insanely possessive. There's this almost programmed instinct to keep you alive and near him. Its awakening was somewhat stalled by his other repressed traumas but surfaced nonetheless. He says you're his when those dirty Reds dare to threaten you.
[ For your mental image: Church, much shorter and skinnier in frame than your 7+ foot tall stature, talking shit to the Reds about how he'd kill any of them for laying a hand on you.
Church incidentally has scary dog privilege, except he isn't the dog baring his teeth that he believes himself to be. ]
He's a handful, but more than willing to sit in your lap and grumble about how reckless you are as he cleans up your scrapes, drools over you, and wants to kiss you so bad that it makes him look stupid (note from Caboose: and Church HATES looking dumb).
🅨🅐🅝. 🅜. 🅒🅐🅑🅞🅞🅢🅔
Woah, everything about you is so cool! Your armor is super shiny, and you have a nice blue person in your helmet, kind of like him! Your AI doesn't seem to be as mean and rude as O'Malley. A fact that he is glad of.
He latched onto you from the get-go. You symbolize hope and humanity's strength in his eyes. It's no secret that he does have a tendency to follow you around and just watch your routine, occasionally inserting himself to ask a question or tell a long-winded story.
He's a bit confused, if not excited, when you ask him all sorts of weird questions like "Does he have any permanent brain damage?" or "Is he fit for combat?" He doesn't take any offense because these are thoughts he's said himself. He's more than willing to prove that he's an asset on the battlefield. Just don't mention the teammate killing.
He gets close to you because he knows, or at least is the one with the most knowledge, on fixing whatever's wrong with your suit or AI. There's some weird interference with your tech and the gulch. Caboose is more than willing to capitalize on that fact. He really tries to get on your AI's good side so you like him.
He's proud that you find his strength admirable. He was lifting something, super heavy if he might add, and you came to help, but Caboose didn't need any help! You let out a sound that he could only interpret as total awe.
He already has your whole life together planned out by the time you hit one month in the unit. Now he just has to carefully approach you and get you to date, then marry him! Easy peasy. He knows you like him. You're just quiet and stoic and all-soldiery because you have to be. He already has the celebratory balloons and cake set up for when you accept his partnership with open arms (and legs); he really wants to snuggle with you.
🅨🅐🅝. 🅒🅞🅛🅞🅝🅔🅛 🅢🅐🅡🅖🅔
Hot damn. Slather him in butter and deep-fry him, but he does believe his eyes do not deceive him. You, dear, are indeed one mighty fine soldier to join his highly esteemed (his words, not mine) team.
He does implore you to ignore Grif. He's inconsequential to the conversation and will only waste your time. Lord knows he's tried to shove Grif down the stairs and get him to break his neck many times, but it never seems to work. Damn. Sarge wonders if you are wholly against friendly homicide.
You are the apple of his eye. Your execution is flawless; that never fails to get him hot under his armor plating. Not that you're interested in how he feels. He knows you Spartans are tough sons of bitches and don't indulge in things like feelings very often. Neither does he! However, you are the most welcome exception.
You're so loyal too! Loyal soldiers that aren't ass-kissers deserve love from their commanders, do they not? He's not exactly familiar with all of your secret hand signals, but he creates his own. A firm pat on the shoulder pad, sliding down your armored back and just missing the delicious curve of your ass, sends enough of a message.
Quite possibly the best thing is that you don't bellyache. If you're uncomfortable, then you don't voice it. This lets Sarge get away with a lot more things than he should militarily be allowed to get away with, like watching you dress and undress to see how "efficient" you are at suiting up. Although you always do need help from some machines they installed to fully get into your armor. He's always eager to help the process. He keeps those machines in tip-top shape just for you.
You are undeniably his darlin', and you won't be getting transferred as long as he's in the picture [alive and kicking].
🅨🅐🅝. 🅓. 🅖🅡🅘🅕
He can't decide whether you're a blessing or a curse. There's someone else that can do all his work and more, but you're less than inclined to let him laze around like a cat sleeping in the scorching Blood Gulch sun. You either order him around or don't bother wasting your time on his presence. He thinks you're kind of a prig, but a hot one if the super secret files of yours that Sarge was supposed to be guarding are worth anything.
He really just wants to make you slip up. You think you're so much better than him just because you have so many shiny military medals and heavily outrank him? Pfft. You don't even know how to insult him correctly! You don't even insult him at all. You only address him with a cold detachment, which somehow becomes worse than the normal soul-crushing jeers from pretty much everyone else.
He gets in your way, leaves his trash in your quarters, sleeps in your bed, and even messes with whatever tasks Sarge told you to complete! You perfectly combat his every attempt and shut him down. He now has several more bruises and scars from all the times you've handed his ass to him. You can even lift him up and carry him with ease, no simple feat, especially when factoring in his burdensome armor.
He gets scolded each time by Sarge. Apparently he's ruining his reputation by harassing you. But no one gets in trouble when they harass Grif. Well―kind of. Despite all Grif has done to you, you still defend him when Red Team puts his life in unnecessary danger. You have saved him a few times from the Blues, which he is eternally grateful for, not that he'll admit it.
He's obsessed, and he isn't even aware. You consume all his normal lazing-around time. He's too tired to realize it. He sleeps more soundly at night, in your cot, of course. You seem not to sleep much, so he takes up that space when you aren't. You've grown accustomed to Grif and his Grifisms, so you reluctantly allow it.
Little does your normally so astute mind know, he's slowly (as always) encroaching on the territory of your life. He's already latched onto you. Just try not to let him slow you down too much. As for solutions to your problem, putting a bullet in your allies is a bit troublesome and against a myriad of military regulations. You could make an exception for Grif.
🅨🅐🅝. 🅕. 🅓🅞🅝🅤🅣
You're kind of like his hero. He wants to fall into your strong arms and be saved like a princess whose knight just slayed an evil dragon. He also wants to see you oiled up. Who said that?
He subconsciously matures himself in front of you. His joking demeanor dies down; he's more focused. He does his best to seem battle-hardened as he seeks to understand you. He can't help but feel self-conscious in your company. Do you like how he's acting? Is he overdoing it? Everyone on Red Team seems to think so.
He does his best to be accommodating. If there's no space to sit, then he'll grab an extra chair or offer you his own. He's started carrying extra clips and magazines for you to reload. He even keeps a plasma grenade in reserve. If you seem weary, which is hard to tell except for the slight slump of your shoulders and heavier footsteps, he'll grab you some water and offer to take whatever shift you were on.
You're much more adept than he is, but you're still in a new place. He's new, but not as new as you. He tries to help you familiarize yourself and does his best to explain the team dynamics. ( Does he do a good job? Eh, he does it well enough that you have learned some pertinent information about the base and its surroundings. )
He gets very upset, childishly so, when you ignore him or are pulled away on other duties. That's when his mask breaks and he's just the very desperate, semi-horny, tired of military ribbing yandere that he always has been. He needs you to see him as something more than a fairy in a pink combat suit. ... He's still your sweet treat, though!
Could I pretty please request a Sarge NSFW Alphabet?
Hello anon! You have both selected the silver fox of Red Team! Congratulations!(?) I wasn't expecting a double upload tonight but I was trying to distract myself so now we have all the male team leads done- so I hope you enjoy this! I actually did not find it hard writing for Sarge which is surprising but nonetheless, bon appetit!
SARGE NSFW ALPHABET
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
He will pull the blankets up over you both and grumble something about clean up in the morning. It’s the one time he’s a little lax with things but he does try to make breakfast a little special after you guys wake up (cause sometimes he’s old and prefers doing it at night)
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He’s old fashioned. Your hips. You can get sassy with him when he’s giving you orders and he will watch as you do that little tilt of your hips… It’s his favorite place to hold you. Favorite place to grip when you tease him or if your bodies are pressed together. Yeah. Allll in the hips.
You would go for his hands. They’re a little rough but he has bulky hands capable of delicate work and his fingers probably feel soooo good when he uses them on you. And Sarge is so particular about the work he does with his hands that you know you’re in for a treat.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically... I’m a disgusting person)
Sarge has a.. Well. He tastes metallic. Kind of like a penny. The load coming from him is on the thinner side- he isn’t a spring chicken any more. He’s not shooting there like he used too. But he prefers to spend inside you still- something about a classic creampie just.. Tickles his fancy.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He did a nude calendar once. It’s out of print cause he did it years ago but it’s out there somewhere. Sarge remembers signing up for it and if you dig deep enough with his given name you could potentially find it. (You could ask Epsilon for help but he’d probably say no.)
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Good sir/ma’am, this is Sarge. He knows a lot for his age. He’s been around the ballpark with men AND women. He knows what he likes, he’s got a good idea of what you yourself might enjoy too; if there’s anything that this silver fox excels in it is the fact that he’s very experienced.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
He likes to bend you over. It’s not that he doesn’t want to see your face but he does love your hips and this is the best position for him to enjoy how they feel when he holds them, how your entire body will twitch if he bottoms out in you- yeah. He will bend you over. That’s his favorite. Toss your head back. Bounce back on it.Give him a show.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Sarge is goofy without meaning to- he’ll be talking to you between stuff in the sheets and then it morphs into some long winded story that you end up trying really hard not to laugh. Of course he’s not trying to be goofy but Sarge uses so much alliteration and stuff while he’s story telling that you kind of have to try not to laugh when you two are in bed together. If you do laugh he assumes you’re ticklish but doesn’t mind it.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
Sarge… has a lot of hair. His chest is hair. Even his belly. Think of it like a bear. So downstairs… yeah. Treasure trail, very hairy- he wasn’t looking to get some ass so he wonders if he should clean up a little but his definition of cleaning up is trimming a little of the hair. It’s still a lot.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)
Sarge has a very skewed image of what’s considered manly. He doesn’t think he should be allowed to be emotional for anything outside of camaraderie, vehicles and maybe sports. So intimacy might be lacking for him but he does like to hold you close while you two are doing the do so maybe it’s not that he doesn’t want the intimacy but it’s more like he won’t speak of it. He might be a little afraid to in fear that it’s too good for an old soldier for him so he just keeps his mouth shut. (You know anyway because when you nuzzle his neck his hands shake a little in a good way.)
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
Not as much as he used to and not around you. Not that jacking off is something he'd be adverse to but he probably uses that restless energy under his skin to build or train or something so he doesn’t jerk it when that happens. And if he has you? He’ll request to talk to you in private and you two will become mysteriously occupied for the next hour or so.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
I dare you to show him a machine and try to not say no when he gives you that look after. The man could bleed oil if he wanted to. I think he’d be a car enthusiast in another life, grease monkey that he is.
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
He’d definitely fuck you in a garage I think. Sarge is a grease monkey. He enjoys working with his hands so if you’re in areas where he works a lot (where the cars are, his little workshop room in the base where he does Lopez’s maintenance-) He would probably fuck you there. Just haul you up on the counter and.. yeah.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
When you bend over to work on the Warthog or help someone with something. Sarge is a simple man- you could wear shorts. Be covered in motor oil. Insult Grif. ALl those things do it for him. Thank god for cod pieces otherwise you’d see what you caused for him. Course he might also show you in that little secluded area of the motor pool for the base later…
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He probably won’t fuck you if you’re a Blue LMAO- jkjk. Well. Maybe not. Sarge’s got a very intense loyalty to the Red Team so… I’m not sure if he’d sleep with you if you were a subordinate either though.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Ohhhhh it’s thick it’s thick it’s thiiiicccck- you are gonna have trouble deepthroating him if you’re going that route. He does prefer receiving but isn’t opposed to giving if he can’t get himself going or needs more time. Actually, scratch that, he probably prefers giving because he likes watching you shake apart.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Steady. A little intense. He like… it’s not like a jack hammer but pretty close honestly? Not in a bad way. What’s that fucking chart where it’s got different rhythms based on jealousy, drunkenness, etc? kYou know how there’s that one little thing that just… steady? That’s Sarge. He goes root to tip every thrust so you get all of it.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Yes yes yes yes he will do that- Sarge cums fast but he knows how to make you cum faster so you guys could get quickies real fast. Ride him in the Warthog! That’s a great place to have a quickie for you guys cause it’s just you two on patrol and you can take a little detour~
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
Ohhhh god he wants to fuck you in the motor pool and you know that when Sarge gets an idea he’s gonna try to get it going. Experimentation is fun and so is a little risk- so he’s down for both. I just feel sorry if Grif or Simmons accidentally catches you guys. (I’ll be real if Simmons can hear Sarge singing songs in his bunk there’s a good chance Simmons has heard you guys have sex too sorry babes-)
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)
One round. He’s not young, he can’t go that much but he at least makes it good and Sarge is a gentleman so he will make sure you come first before he even thinks about it. Honestly if you spread it out he might fuck a second time in one day if he’s feeling spritely but most likely it’s like once a day once a week. Maybe twice a week. Depends.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
You’d think an old guy like Sarge wouldn’t be into toys. Maybe not the penetrating kind of toys but vibrators? Oh yeah. You could probably talk him into using them on him too but he likes holding one close to your sensitive bits to make you squirm for him. Then he starts debating on if he could build a better one…
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He never teases you on purpose. On those hot days when he’s busy doing his grease monkey building stuff, he wanders around in one of those wife beater tank tops with his arms bare, tattoos displayed, while he hefts through parts and tries to work on something. Sarge is always busy building something with his hands. So you’re stuck between his shoulders, his arms or his hands… He doesn’t notice for while but he knows the look in your eyes.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Grunts A LOT. It’s loud. He’s definitely noisy but when have you ever known Sarge to be quiet when in a good mood? The man shoots his guns if he isn’t loud enough. It’s deep grunts that vibrate in his throat and chest too and you can FEEL IT. It’s kind of nice tbh especially with post sex cuddles (cause he does post sex cuddles)
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
He’s got tattoos. Has the Red team insignia on the upper part of his left arm, an anchor on the same forearm. There’s also a dragon on his right thigh- he got it early in his career but it’s in good condition because Donut refused to let that beauty go to waste so they got it touched up.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
A little shorter than average but pretty thick I think. He’s proud because of how red it can get- thinks it’s his body’s way of showing Red pride or something. Has a few noticeable veins on it too and if you put your mouth there- well. It’s sensitive. The entirety of Sarge’s cock is actually sensitive. It makes him come faster than he wants to sometimes.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Now Sarge might be in good shape, keeping up with his training and all, but he’s still an older man. His stamina isn’t quite what it used to be but he can go for a bit! One round? Yeah two rounds max. He tries to make it good for you so you’ll both finish closely together but yeah. On those more energetic days is when you get the double round bonanza but most of the time it’s one and done for him.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He definitely wants to sleep after sex sometimes but most of the time he’s awake (especially if he didn’t fuck you in a bed) and going off to yell at the boys- but not before he gives you a wink and lil smirk. But yeah if you guys are in bed he wants to sleep pretty soon after. Preferably with you in his arms.
Prompt/s: #30 every time I see you talking to them, it makes my blood boil.
With both of your hearts broken for losing Simmons and Grif, he took your hand.
Lately, you could feel how tense Sarge was.
You understood how lost he felt without Simmons and Grif, with the team split in different sides of the planet, you felt at loss too, not knowing what would happen to you or if your teammates and friends were safe and sound wherever they were.
You only had yourselves, and you had to be strong and stand together until you could successfully leave the planet and go home. But for now, you had to blend with the local people and deal with the terrifying mercenary breathing on your necks.
Still, Doyle trusted you all to end the war, to help the people to get the planet back into their control and get your friends back.
People seemed to like you more than you’d think; they looked up to you as they heard stories about you and your team. Some interactions were friendly and in others, you could sense some people trying to take a bite of you.
You didn’t pay much attention to it, but you realized that you could turn the tables in your favor, to get people to like you to hopefully roam free and make a run for it to look for your friends and rescue them from the rebels.
You were innocent about it, letting the sweet notes, the origami flowers and small treats come your way with a smile. And you didn’t doubt to pass the information (if you got some) to Sarge, Wash, and Lopez most of all so you could work a plan to escape as soon as possible.
One of the girls, who were starting to become your friend, left you a small bag of chocolates that she treasured. You kept them hidden, thinking that they would make such a fine treat to Grif. Books came your way, and you kept them in hopes of sharing them with Simmons.
It broke your heart.
Until Sarge stopped you as you were admiring a small and quick portrait someone had made in a napkin of you and Donut, and you too were thinking of what little info you got from that sweet guy who drew you.
“Every time I see you talking to them it makes my blood boil.” He growled lowly, making a shiver run down your spine.
You turned to sit in your cot, still looking at the napkin as he took a seat next to you.
“We just need to hold on a little longer until we can get out of here.” You said, letting out a heavy sigh as you fall on your side to just lay your head down on his shoulder.
“We already lost the boys; I don’t want you to risk yourself by getting information when that one dirtbag is watching our every move.”
Of course you had shared your plan with your friends and your lover, who was worried about you slipping and falling prey into the cruel game that mercenary was playing.
He only wanted you to stay safe.
You turned to place a small kiss to his cheek, trying to ease his worries and in response, he turned to kiss your forehead and linger there.
With both of your hearts broken, he took your hand, not trying to think about how jealous it made him about people trying to get you when he had promised to protect you at all costs.
A/N: I’ve been watching a lot of Red Vs Blue lately and Grif somehow became one of my favorite characters so I figured I write something for him. Takes place during season 15.
Summary: The reader has been working with the reds and blues ever since they were back at Blood Gulch and needless to say it’s been a long, frustrating, and fucking weird journey but you wouldn’t have it any other way. So when the opportunity to have a break after freeing an entire planet from the control of the Chairman and his mercenaries for hire, along with stopping an entire civil war, you and a certain orange soldier immediately jumped on the opportunity. And things were going great it was a whole year full of rest and relaxation and you couldn’t have been happier or more bored, which is why when Dylan showed up with a message saying Church was alive you eagerly agreed with the others on going to find him well almost everyone.
“Grif! Grif! Are you over here?!” You shouted as you walked down the beach towards your friends usual resting spot on the beach. Your answer was an annoyed groan and the man’s head popping up from behind a rock a sight that caused you to stop and raise an eyebrow at him.
“What do you want?!” Grif shouted back dragging himself up into a better sitting position so that you could at least see his armored shoulders.
“Nothin I just wanted to see what you were doing.” You stated as you hopped on top of the rock sitting down cross-legged and leaning forward so that your elbows were resting on your knees and you were looking down at Grif. He squinted up at you the sun blinding him slightly but mainly being blocked out by your head.
“(Y/N) we’re on vacation for the first time in our lives and that means two things one that Sarge can’t boss me around and two that we don’t have to do any work so what the hell did you think I was doing?” Grif responded and you smiled down at him.
“Do you really want me to answer that? Because there’s a number of things you could have been doing especially behind this rock.” You pointed out and it took Grif a second to process what you’d said and when he did a bright red blush spread across his cheeks that made you giggle.
“Oh, my gods! You just as bad as Tucker!” Grif shouted reaching up to smack at you and you giggled easily dodging the hand he attempted to smack you with, a smile on his face.
“Hey! I’m just calling it as I see it and right now all I see is you behind a rock by yourself, what exactly did you expect me to think?” You asked him mimicking his words from earlier which caused him to roll his eyes but the smile never left his face.
“Alright smartass I get it, now are you going to stay on that rock or are you going to come down here and join me?” Grif asked and you smiled as you stood up and hoped down from the rock landing next to him barely disturbing the sand as you landed and then plopped down next to him. Kicking your feet up you crossed your hands behind your head and stared up at the sky a comfortable silence falling over the two of you as you just laid there in the warm sand. The silence lasted for a couple of minutes before Grif finally spoke up.
“So what was the real reason that you were looking for me anyway?” Grif asked and you were silent for a couple of seconds before sighing as you sat up loosely wrapping your arms around your knees as you looked out at the ocean.
“In all honesty, I’m just bored.” You told him and Grif’s brow furrowed in confusion as he looked at you.
“You’re bored so you came to find me? I’m sure the others are doing something far more exciting than laying here in the sand.” Grif commented and you sighed again looking up at the sky in mild frustration.
“I’m sure they are too but I don’t know, knowing that I still feel bored. Don’t get me wrong I went to check out what they were doing but I still felt bored just standing there watching them hell I didn’t even think participating sounded fun!” You paused sighing as you ran your fingers through your hair before continuing. “I don’t know maybe I’m broken or something.” You said with a shrug, wrapping your arms around your knees. Grif was silent for a couple of seconds watching you as you stared out at the ocean stretching out in front of you for miles before finally sitting up crossing his legs, he didn’t look at you though instead he started out ahead.
“I wouldn’t say that you’re broken (Y/N) everyone gets bored every now and again, I’m sure the feeling will pass eventually,” Grif said you frowned as you looked at the ocean. You were silent for a moment trying to think of what to say because if you were being honest this boredom had been going on for a while now and no matter what you did you just couldn’t shake the feeling of boredom. Even with the other Reds and Blues doing their usual antics didn’t interest you and you were starting to worry that maybe what you needed was to go on another adventure with the guys. The reason that scared you so much was that you didn’t really want to go on an adventure you wanted to be here, you wanted to stay on this moon, you wanted to stay right here on this beach with Grif and not take orders from Sarge or Washington.
“What if it doesn’t?” You asked him as you wrapped your arms around your legs as you rested your head on top of your knees. You jerked at the sudden weight on your shoulders, looking towards Grif to see that he had wrapped an arm around your shoulders.
“Relax you’ll be fine, just give it a couple of weeks.” He said giving you a reassuring smile as he pulled you into his side your armor thumping metallically against his and you smiled laying your head on his shoulder.
“Thanks, Grif.” You said still smiling as you watched the water lap lazily at the shore. A comfortable silence fell over the two of you just sat there on the beach listening to the distant screaming of the guys as they did whatever insane stunt they were doing right now though by the sounds of it seemed like Caboose was the one causing the most trouble. You chuckled slightly when you heard Wash’s cry of either terror or anger echoing all the way down to the beach, Grif laughing right along with you. The moment was broken by a small shiny light appearing in the distance, you squinted at the light standing up from Grif’s hold shielding your eyes and trying to get a better look at whatever was in the distance.
“What the hell is that?” You asked causing Grif to look towards the sky with you.
“What are you looking at?” Grif asked and you pointed towards the light which was steadily getting bigger the closer it got.
“That, what the hell is that?” You stated and Grif stood up shielding his eyes with his own hand as he looked where you were pointing. His eyes widened when he saw the shiny dot you had been talking about and the two of you stood there in utter confusion watching as the dot got bigger until the two of you could finally make out what it was.
“Oh my god, that’s a spaceship. Why is a spaceship coming towards us? Why the fuck is there a spaceship?!” Grif shouted in near hysterics.
“Doesn’t matter come on we better get back up there with the others before that ship touches down.” You said as you grabbed a hold of Grif’s hand and began dragging him towards the natural steps leading back up to the bases you guys were staying in.
“Alright! Alright, I’m coming!” Grif shouted as he pulled his hand free shoving his helmet back on and following you up the cliff.
As it would turn out that spaceship hadn’t been carrying anyone intent on hurting the reds and blues, for fucking once, but it had been carrying an entirely different load of problems. Said problems came in the form of a Reporter and her cameraman and the news that they had brought with them, news that meant a number of things and you had mixed feelings about all of it. The news that they had brought with them was the news of another group of reds and blues out there pretending to be you guys and causing a shit load of trouble for the UNSC. Then there was the bombshell to end all bombshells. Along with the news you guys were all now wanted criminals it also turned out that Church was alive, again, and he needed your guys to help and it was that information where your mixed feelings really came in to play. On one hand, you wanted to go save Church, you knew you guys should go save Church and dare you to think if you were also excited about the idea of going on another adventure. On the other hand, though you didn’t want to, you didn’t want to go save Church, you didn’t want to deal with his problems again, you didn’t want to risk your life for an AI that barely managed to tolerate any of you. Despite all of that though you found yourself agreeing to go along with everyone, to help them save Church which is also why you were currently standing outside in between Lopez and Simmons only half paying attention to what Sarge was saying.
“That’s a good point, Lopez, where is Grif?” At the mention of Grif’s name, you were snapped out of your thoughts blinking a couple of times and looking around, your brow furrowed in confusion when you didn’t see him.
“Yeah, I haven’t seen him since the meeting. (Y/N) have you seen him?” Simmons asked looking over at you and you shook your head.
“No, I haven’t seen him since the meeting either.” You responded. Your gut twisted uncomfortably as a heavy feeling settled in your gut and you surrounded the area, it was like Grif to wander off but it was unlike you not to see where he went.
“I know what’s happening! He’s been captured by the Whites! This. Means. War.” Sarge stated completely serious and you sighed looking down at the ground, now you were incredibly glad you hadn’t really been paying attention to what Sarge had been saying.
“Sarge I really don’t think Grif was captured by the Whites.” You told him but he ignored you turning around to face where the blues were standing talking to Dylan and Jax.
“Nonsense (Y/L/N)! Of course, those Whites would capture Grif those conniving devils! Follow me, men!” Sarge shouted as he ran down the hill towards the blues and Dylan and Jax. You and Simmons both sighed heavily while Lopez muttered something in Spanish that neither of you could understand before you and Simmons ran after Sarge.
“Back off, missy! We know you have Grif! Give him back or I start shootin’!” Sarge shouted as he raised his shotgun and pointed it at Dylan and once again you sighed heavily reaching up and hitting your palm against your helmet.
“Sarge for the last time she doesn’t have Grif!” You shouted at him but your words went unheard by Sarge once again and you dropped your head back looking up at the sky as you shook your head listening to the others confirm what you’d already told him. You cared about Sarge you really did but sometimes… ok, a lot of times you were left wondering how the man hadn’t gotten himself killed yet with his stupidity, then again with the track record all of you had even if he did get killed he’d probably come back to life.
“Great. Just great. Now we’ve gotta find Grif, we don’t have time for this!” Tucker complained and your head snapped up to level a glare at him.
“If this was one of your teammates I’m sure you wouldn’t be complaining about having to look for him.” You grumbled just barely loud enough for Simmons to hear and you could feel him send a look your way but you ignored it as you attempt to make Tucker spontaneously combust.
“I agree, let’s pack up and prepare to move out, I’m sure he’ll turn up,” Washington said, at the last bit he looked over at you from where you were standing next to Simmons and you muttered a couple things under your breath but stopped staring at Tucker. He was right Grif would probably turn up in the end, he always did, but that didn’t mean you felt any better about not knowing where he was.
“Right.” You agreed with him and Wash nodded.
“I’ll go check the pantry,” Simmons said as he turned to walk towards the bases with everyone else and you nodded.
“I’ll check the beach.” You told him turning and walking in the opposite direction, it wouldn’t hurt to look for him a little bit before packing after all.
~Elsewhere~
“And you’re sure you saw him go in?” Dylan asked Jax as she looked away from the cave entrance and towards her cameraman who nodded his head.
“Yeah! He was acting just like Gollum, he was all mutter and crawly…” Jax trailed off when Dylan looked back at the cave a quick moment of silence fell over the two of them as Dylan thought of what to do.
“Ok, you stay here I’m going to go in and see if I can talk the cat out of the tree,” Dylan said already walking towards the cave.
“Wait! You don’t want me to come with you and film?” Jax asked and Dylan shook her head.
“No, I doubt he’ll even talk to me but I know for a fact there’s no way he’s going to talk to the two of us besides I don’t think this is a moment he’d want to be filmed anyways. So you just stay here I’ll handle this.” Dylan said turning back around and walking into the cave entrance. For a couple of feet, Dylan walked in silence following the surprisingly narrow tunnel to a slightly larger area and it wasn’t until she noticed an orange figure sitting on the floor with their head against the wall a few feet away that she finally said anything.
“Grif?... Grif?” Dylan asked her voice calm and soft like she was trying not to scare away a timid animal as she slowly walked up to Grif who didn’t look away from the ceiling to look at her.
“Go away,” Grif stated his voice heavy and his tone fed up but serious at the same time. Dylan took a deep breath as she mentally prepared herself to talk to Grif like she would any other person she was interviewing. Calm, cool, and collected with a hint of concern and caring in her voice she would need all of that if she hoped to figure out what was wrong with Grif and why he wasn’t with the others.
“I just want to talk,” Dylan said her tone calm and confident as she stopped a reasonable distance in front of him.
“Yeah well, I don’t want to talk to you! Or to anyone for that matter! So make like a tree and fuck off!” Grif shouted as he lowered his head to look at Dylan. Dylan could feel the glare he was giving her even through the helmet he was wearing. This was going to be trickery than she thought it would have been.
“I… see you’re upset,” Dylan stated hesitating for a second before continuing making sure to choose her words carefully. “Can I ask you why you’re upset?” She finished and Grif’s glare did not lighten if anything it only worsened as he stood up, picking his gun up from where he’d laid it beside him.
“You! You are why I’m upset! You show up here unannounced and you drop a fucking bomb on us! And then everyone goes springing into action! We are supposed to be done! We are supposed to be retired! I don’t wanna go on another adventure! I don’t wanna listen to Sarge! I don’t wanna get shot at! I don’t want to shoot at other people! I want to relax! I want to chill!!!! I want to sit down and chill and not have to worry about dying every fucking second but thanks to you I can’t do that now can I?!” Grif shouted his words filled with a mix of frustration and anger. Dylan blinked him a couple of times as she calmed her own emotions, she was now extremely glad she’d left Jax outside she’d been yelled at and blamed for things before so she could handle this, this she was used to, but she highly doubted Jax was.
“So what? You just want to leave Church to his fate?” She asked and that seemed to be the wrong thing to ask him because he all but lost it at that.
“FUCK CHURCH! I spent half my life dealing with his shit! His ex-girlfriend! His daddy issues! His resurrections! His bullshit! Why can’t he just stay dead?” Grif’s anger had tapered off towards the end of that and all that was left was hurt mixed with what seemed like desperation. A moment of silence followed suit as Dylan thought of what to say and Grif waited to see what the reporter would do, hoping that she would just end up walking away and leaving him alone.
“You know I’ve spent a lot of time looking at logs, reading transcripts, and talking to eyewitnesses and you want to know what they all say? They all say the same thing about you that you’re the lazy one, the one who doesn’t care…” Dylan paused for second thinking ahead a couple of words.
“Nailed it,” Grif stated when she paused and Dylan scowled at him before continuing.
“And you know what? I think they’re wrong because your actions tell a completely different story. They tell a story of someone who always answers the call, who cares about his friends, who always help them when they need it and is willing to fight for them just the same. But more importantly, they tell the story of someone who’s willing to fight for the greater good. I mean I saw you giving Sarge CPR in the Blood Gulch logs! You saved his life! And you expect me to believe that you actually want Church to stay dead? Admit it Grif you care about your friends just like your sister said.” Dylan finished and there was a beat of silence as the two of them stared at each other and for a moment. Just a moment Dylan had hope that she had changed his mind.
“YOU DON’T KNOW THE FIRST THING ABOUT ME, LADY!!! I HATE EVERYBODY! I HATE SIMMONS!! I HATE SARGE!! I HATE DONUT!! BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY OF ALL, I HATE FUCKING CHURCH!!! SO GO AHEAD AND PRINT THAT IN YOUR FUCKING PAPER!!!” Grif exploded. Anger radiated off of him in waves as he stormed past her.
“What about Private (Y/L/N)?! Do you hate her too?!” Dylan shouted after him as she spun around to face him desperate to get him to stop and actually think about what she had said. Grif stopped mid-stride not bothering to turn around and instead staring straight ahead.
“What did you say?” He asked his tone was almost unreadable now and Dylan gulped fear gripping her fast but she’d crossed worse lines than this and there was no going back now.
“I said what about Private (Y/L/N)? I told you Grif I’ve watched the logs from Blood Gulch you expect me to believe that you really hate her?” Dylan asked and she couldn’t fully tell but she was pretty sure that Grif had tensed up as he continued to refuse to look back at her.
“Yeah well don’t believe everything you see on the internet.” Grif’s tone was still unreadable as he stalked out of the cave leaving Dylan there to wallow in her failure for a couple of seconds before she sighed and walked out of the cave. Jax was still standing there waiting for her when she got out.
“So how’d it go?” Jax asked and she rolled her eyes like he didn’t already know from how Grif had stormed out of the cave.
“Not good. I just hope I didn’t mess anything up for these guys now come on we better be getting back.” Dylan said and she honestly did mean it. For the first time in a long time, she was actually worried that she may have fucked everything up beyond repair.
~Back with the Others~
You were standing in front of two spaceships with the others that unease in your stomach growing worse and worse the closer it got to all of you leaving, of course, it didn’t help that Grif still wasn’t here. Simmons hadn’t found him in the pantry and you hadn’t managed to find him on the beach, you had even checked his room and a few other places before you forced to actually pack for this mission and you still hadn’t found him and now you were just getting more nervous and more and more worried about what had happened to him.
“Alright everyone listen up! We’re going to be splitting up! Attacking this situation from both flanks will generally be easier. Carolina and I will be paying a few visits to some fellow Freelancer alumni to see if we can learn anything meanwhile the rest of you with the help of the press will locate the source of Church’s message. Now enough words, wheels up in 10 and remember-Oh!” Wash cut himself off as he looked to his right all of you doing the same. Immediately the feeling in your stomach and the tension in your body disappeared when you saw Grif walking towards you all.
“Well look who’s finally decided to grace us with his presence!” Wash finished and you rolled your eyes. Wash may have been teasing him but you could tell that he was just as glad as you were that Grif has shown up.
“Great! Everyone’s here we can all leave now.” Tucker said with some relief in his voice but mainly urgency. He was already starting to move to the ship all of you would be taking.
“And where have you been, soldier?!” Sarge shouted moving so that he was standing next to Wash and you moved so that you could actually see Grif who stopped a couple of feet away from the group rather than joining the rest of you. Your brows furrowed at that, usually Grif would come to stand right next to you or at the very least he would go to stand next to Simmons he never kept his distance like this.
“Thinking.” He said after a moment of hesitation and the others all made noises of either disbelief or laughter.
“Oh yeah? About what?” Tucker asked with a scuff.
“About food probably,” Simmons responded and you glared at the both of them, you may have been wearing a helmet but they caught the fact that you were glaring at them and stopped laughing before they could even begin. The two of them looked away from you and refused to look back until you had looked away.
“No. Actually, I was thinking that I quit.” Grif stated and you were frozen as you stared at him blinking a couple of times there was no way that he had just said that, you must have heard him wrong.
“What? Quit what?” Simmons asked and Grif looked at him.
“The military. You. All of you, take your pick, either way, I’m not going, I’m staying.” Grif’s voice was firm and clear as he looked around at all of you his gaze lingering for a couple of seconds on you before moving quickly to someone else.
“What?” You breathed out shock had taken a hold of your body and you found that you couldn’t really move, your brain was moving a mile a second trying to process what it was that was happening.
“You can’t quit! That’s not allowed!” Tucker shouted, your question getting drowned out by his statement.
“Yes, I can. I can do whatever the fuck I want, I’m not in the military anymore you guys don’t get to tell me what to do anymore especially you Sarge.” Grif stated and there was a certain amount of joy to his tone that only seemed to fuel the shock and confused chaos that was your mind as you continued to stare at him.
“But… But what about Church?” Caboose asked his voice tiny and hurt as he looked at Grif.
“Oh my god, can’t you all just let it go already? Church has died and come back more times than I can care to count and it’s starting to get fucking old.” Grif said looking mainly at Caboose when he said it and Caboose looked down at the ground.
“What the fuck dude? Seriously?! You’ve always been selfish but this really takes the fucking cake!” Tucker shouted and Grif turned his attention to him as he was silent for a beat.
“I don’t like you,” Grif stated his voice calm and almost emotionless as he stared directly at Tucker before looking at the rest of you. “Any of you.” He added on. At that, your brain stopped completely everything you had been thinking disappearing instantly and instead being replaced with the words the Grif had just said.
“Listen, guys, we’ve known each other for a long time and I just figured that you should all hear it from me first. I’m done.” Grif said as he turned around and walked off.
You just stood there staring at his retreating figure as your brain continued to replay what Grif had just said, as your brain repeated those three little words that had managed to completely destroy you in a matter of seconds. Your heart was thumping wildly in your chest and you couldn’t move, you couldn’t feel anything other than the tightness in your chest and you couldn’t hear anything as you just stood there watching Grif walk away shock and hurt rendering you immobile. Shaking your head you forced yourself to think of something else, you had to do something, you had to get to the bottom of this you couldn’t just let him walk away. You couldn’t. You wouldn’t.
“Pssh, who needs him?! Good riddance is what I say!” Tucker shouted after him and that finally snapped you back into action as you started moving forward.
“Tucker!” Wash yelled at him as he hit Tucker watching as you moved forward.
“(Y/N)?” Wash asked his voice gentle as he watched you but you ignored him, walking in the direction that Grif had left in.
“Where the hell are you going?” Tucker asked you.
“I’m going to talk to him.” You responded not bothering to turn around as you kept walking.
“What?! What about Church?!” Tucker shouted after you his voice filled with frustration and disbelief.
“Church waited this long to get a message to us, one more fucking minute isn’t going to hurt him.” You responded your voice making it clear that you weren’t about to be swayed on this topic.
“Which is exactly-” “Enough Tucker. Let her go talk to him.” Sarge interrupted him and Tucker looked at Sarge in shock, that was the first time he was pretty sure that Sarge had ever addressed him by name let alone in such a fatherly tone of voice. Grumbling a couple of things under his breath Tucker turned and walked away from all of them heading to the reporter's spaceships.
“We’ll be waiting for you!” Simmons shouted after you as he turned around and walked away with the others. You ignored them all as you jogged a little to catch up with Grif. You found him standing in the same spot that you had found him this morning. You stopped where you were staring at him for a couple of seconds as you tried to calm your rapidly beating heart before walking up to him.
“Grif I-” “Go away (Y/N).” Grif interrupted you before you could say anything else his voice almost emotionless as he stared out at the sea and you stopped walking towards him.
“Grif please I just want to talk to you.” You were having a hard time keeping the pleading out of your voice and keeping your emotions under control as you shifted.
“Yeah well I don’t want to talk to you besides don’t you have a spaceship to board and a dead guy to go save?” he asked and this time there was a bit of hurt to his tone which only seemed to only make the tightness in your chest worse.
“I don’t care about that right now, all I care about right now is you and figuring out what the hell is going on with you right now?” You said and finally, Grif turned to look at you.
“Oh don’t pretend like you actually care.” His words practically slapped you in the face as he glared at you from underneath his helmet.
“I-wha… what? Grif what are you talking about? Of course, I care about you, how can you say that?” The tightness in your chest had gotten worse and now there was an almost nauseous feeling in your stomach as you stared at him your eyes full of hurt.
“Cut the bullshit (Y/L/N)!” Grif shouted suddenly and you flinched taking a step back from him. Having him call you by your last name hurt more than him saying that he didn’t like you ever could.
“Grif, please-” “No! You know I honestly thought that you would get it, that you out of everybody would understand what it was like to be on vacation what it was like to constantly help people who couldn’t care less about you and whether or not you lived or died. I honestly thought that we were on the same page when it came to finally have a vacation.” Grif ranted and you shook your head your eyes stinging with tears of frustration and hurt as you took a step towards him.
“I do Grif, I understand that I really do and we are on the same page we’ve always been on the same page.” You pleaded with him desperate to get him to see that you weren’t the enemy here, that you weren’t trying to hurt him. Desperately trying to figure out what was going on.
“Stop lying to me (Y/L/N)! Do you honestly think that I didn’t see the way your eyes lit up when Tucker and Caboose demanded that we go find and save Church?! How you looked the most excited and interested than you had in weeks?! How you all but tackled Tucker and Caboose in your rush to agree with them?! I may be lazy (Y/L/N) but I’m not fucking stupid! In the end, you’re just like them, all you care about is going on adventures, risking your life for a guy who’s been dead for pretty much a year at this point! We were never on the same page you were just pretending to like me, to enjoy spending time with me while we were on this vacation just so you’d have something to do.” Grif said and you could hear the hurt in his voice. You shook your head again taking a step towards him as a single tear slipped down your cheek before you could stop it. It hurt that Grif was saying this, that he was using your last name, but what hurt the most was the fact that you knew he was right, not about the using him thing but about the fact that this was the most excited you’d been in weeks. That you had practically jumped on the opportunity to get off this moon. It hurt that he was right about that and that you were all but defenseless to stop it.
“Grif please if you would just… if you would just let me explain.” You pleaded with him but he turned away from you.
“Don’t bother.” His voice had gone back to that emotionlessness before and you hated it. Hated how it didn’t seem like he was feeling anything. Hated how he could say those words like the years of the two of you being together and, the years of trusting and of being there for each other hadn’t even fucking mattered to him.
“Grif, please-” “GO (Y/L/N)!” Grif shouted easily drowning out your weak voice. You flinched again opening your mouth to say something before closing it and turning around.
“I’m sorry.” You whispered before walking away. Tears were falling steadily down your face and your shoulders shook slightly with silent sobs that you were desperately trying to get under control before walking on to the spaceship. You were grateful when no one said anything to you as you walked onto the spaceship and even more thankful when no one questioned you about what happened with Grif instead you moved to the nearest empty seat and remained silent as the spaceship took off. Leaving Grif and the remnants of your heart with it in the process.
YANDERE REDS (and blues too if it's not too much work!) WHO UHHH see you talking to someone (that isn't on the team) longer than unnecessary,,, to the point they're taking all your time and attention
— 💌 anon (gonna stick around for a whiiileee im on a halo binge 👅👅👅) (also thank you for the rvb food you literally saved me from dehydration) (lemme know if emote is taken)
I am also on a Halo binge. 💌 emote is not taken so you are free to do so. 🫶
Gotta feed and water all the yandere lovers. I know a lot of you are very parched.
Hmm. Four that immediately come to mind are Blue (Church and Tucker) and Red (Grif and Sarge).
꒰ა Church ໒꒱
He is the embodiment of this >:( emoticon.
Expect a totally healthy amount of expletives to leave his mouth.
He'll try to act like he isn't insanely jealous but you can totally tell. He's constantly trying tarnish whatever image you have of them.
He's in his "bitch plus mood," as Tucker puts it.
He's angrily kicking rocks and muttering to himself. He disappears at odd times. Those odd times are spent trying to snipe down the person you have been favoring. It doesn't go too well.
He can't express his feelings so he acts like a constipated toddler.
꒰ა Tucker ໒꒱
Bow Chicka Whiskey Tango Foxtrot
Is his swagger not fuckable enough for you?
He tries his best to act unaffected, but he feels like a third wheel. He flirts so much more around you. He keeps his attention only on you. You really can't be this dense. He can hardly believe it.
If he gets angry enough he may sway his energy sword around. He'll "jokingly" challenge the person whose been taking up all your time to a duel. He doesn't plan on playing fair. He also doesn't want to completely kill them, because that's kinda fucked up. However, if it secures your sweet sweet body as his, then it's worth it.
ʚ Grif ɞ
Ugh, now he can't even nap in peace! He was going to take his third nap of the day when he realized you weren't there―again. You've been skipping snack time and nap time with him. He knows it hasn't been to do actual work because you haven't been as tired as you usually are.
He's even grumpier when he realizes you've been spending all your time with a certain someone.
How is he going to compete with that? He doesn't even want to compete! He hates competing, unless it's who can eat the most or go without moving the longest.
He's incredibly hurt and will try to drag you away everytime he sees you with them. Screw whatever you're trying to accomplish. Another relationship besides you and him? Fuck that. He'll smother you for a little while. Maybe after getting a taste of him again you'll remember what you're missing.
ʚ Sarge ɞ
He's immediately ordering his soldier to stop their fratenernizing with the enemy force. No Reds will flirt with you. He's made sure of that. Maybe he had to break a few bones to do so, but he got the message across quite effectively.
He'll just shoot them point blank. Whether he actually hits his target or not is another story. Those dammed Blues are the enemy! No way in any hell are you being romanced by one of them.
It sends a clear message: you belong to Sarge. Anyone who gets in the way will get a bullet to the head.
It felt like your entire body had been crushed by all the debris from the crash. How many days had passed since the accident? One? Two? You didn’t know, but what you knew was that you were starving and in great pain.
Had the other survived? You prayed they did.
You couldn’t move, and it was more difficult every time to breath since some heavy machinery had fallen over your torso. If you hadn’t been wearing your armor you’d probably be dead like the other two soldiers that were in the same room at the moment of the accident.
“Grif? Simmons?” You called out in a whisper for your teammates, and the smell of death was unbearable to you. “Sarge?” You finally called out for your leader, your partner, your lover; and the echo barely traveled through the wrecked ship.
Maybe days passed before you felt the reassure on your chest be relieved, and your helmet be removed, instead of the recycled air you took a deep breath.
Someone held you tightly and you didn’t know Tucker could be so strong to the point of carrying you with your full suit of armor. You flinched painfully when the sunlight hit your eyes once you were out.
You could see the blurry colors around you: blue, maroon, orange, red, all moving towards you as Tucker got you on your feet on the ground.
“They’re alive!”
“Thank God, (L/N) is okay.”
A red shadow approached you, sneaking an arm around you, not allowing you to fall down when Tucker let go of you, “I thought you were dead, private.”
“Don’t dig my grave yet.” You muttered softly at your commanding officer, feeling your legs about to give in at any moment until Sarge had to lift you, carrying you in his arms.
“In Sam’s heaven, (L/N)! I’m not going to dig a grave for my favorite red soldier!” He sounded serious, unlike other times.
Your sight adjusted to the bright light of the day, and you could see Wash right in front of you, telling Sarge to take you to the small camp they had to make you drink and eat something before you got worse.
Sarge just grumbled some “Don’t tell me how to treat my men, blue.”, before taking you to the small camp they had in the abandoned canyon.
You were grateful for the lone time you got with him since you didn’t know how much longer you could keep a secret relationship with your sergeant.
“Don’t die on me.” He asked as he helped you to eat, seeing your hands were shaking too much to eat by yourself without dropping everything. “It’s an order, private. I’m not going to dig a grave for the person I care the most.”
You looked up at him, reaching for his hand to lace your fingers together. “I promise, only if you promise to not make me dig yours.”
He pressed your foreheads together, more like a protective and caring gesture. “I promise.”
It was a secret. A secret that was so well kept that nobody in Blood Gulch knew.
It was sickening how everyone thought you had a crush on Sarge and vice-versa. It was sick since he was well, your father.
He protected you like you were a treasure, even when Tucker found out you were a girl, he scared him off you. He knew you’d never be with a Blue because you were a Red down to the bone.
He was your guidance and you were his strength. You only had each other in the world.
You always liked to laugh when Simmons every so often mentioned he would have liked that Sarge was his father, and he got jealous of the paternal affection he had for you.
You usually never got worried about him getting into battle, no matter what, Sarge would always survive to the most absurd things. But, being in a civil war on Chorus, made you realize he could actually die.
Armonia was never that quiet as it was that day, just a small bunch of people had stayed there, guarding the city, and you were there too, after your father, Grif and Simmons had left way earlier before you woke up (which was surprising).
You were just waiting in the war room to see if there were any news, nothing.
Doyle soon came in. “Miss (Last Name)!”, he even sounded surprised. “I thought you had gone to Crash Site Alpha with the rest of your team!”
A small dry chuckle escaped you. “They left before I woke up. Looks like Colonel Sarge didn’t want me in the battlefield this time.” Or ever. He never liked when your life was at risk.
“Oh, dear child, that’s a shame. You could have been really useful on the front lines.”
“What do you mean by the front lines? Don’t you mean the battlefield...in general?”
Doyle took a deep breath like he was preparing himself to say something you wouldn’t like. “Your team was signed up for the front lines, Miss (Last Name).”
There it was. You suddenly felt like if the air was being knocked out of your lungs. The only member of your family you had and your closest friends had left to a dangerous war zone.
Those thoughts got worse when you heard Kimball’s voice shouting almost frenetically over the radio, “Mayday! Mayday! This is Vanessa Kimball to Armonia! We need immediate ground support! Please respond! Over!”
A trap was your first thought. But after you had heard Carolina also calling for help you had to go after that key that put everyone’s lives at risk.
You just hoped it all worked out.
It felt like a lifetime had passed since that morning, but it was just late evening when you went back to Armonia, after dropping Carolina on the hospital after she fell from a cliff.
When you stepped in the War Room for the second time in the day, you saw them arrive. Simmons, Grif, and Sarge, all together.
“You!” You growled, with something heavy crushing your chest as you took heavy steps towards Sarge. You knew he was going to say something, but you were so pissed off and worried and, you needed to pull that out of your chest. Your fists connected with his helmet.
“Don’t you ever dare to leave like that again! I’m your daughter for heaven’s sake!” You took off your helmet, tears now pricking your eyes. “You’re the only thing I have left....don’t leave like mom did.”
The whole room fell silent.
Sarge shook his head like he was bewildered by what you did, but then he understood that you weren’t the little girl he had raised once, you weren’t the young trooper that joined the red team. You were a soldier, a strong Captain.
“(Your Name).” He spoke, reassuring, protective as his hand was on your shoulder, and oh god, you missed listening to your name. “You really are a red down to the bone.”
But, as expected, the bunch of idiots surrounding you broke that sentimental moment.
“Okay, now I’m going to see Sarge’s face all over (Last Name) from now on. Gross.” Grif sounded horrified and Simmons probably was going to faint.
“I’ve been jacking off to Sarge’s daughter all this time?!” Tucker asked, voice filled with horror.
You sighed heavily, reaching for your helmet once again, “A red down to the bone, like you, old man.”
So many years, wars, problems, and everything deserved to come to a proper end. It was difficult going back to civilian life, but it was relaxing.
Maybe you missed all the different bases, your armor, and the adventure, but it was okay since you finally had a chance to relax.
Sarge looked like he really missed everything, well, it was obvious since most of his life was in the military.
Now, you watched your kids running in the backyard, being chased by their father. you smiled, remembering how Grif would mock Sarge by saying he was more the grandfather than their actual dad, due to the age difference between you two. You watched as Sarge caught one of your sons, lifting him in the air, and kept chasing the other one. Until your smallest son fell to the dusty ground on his face.
You frowned, already walking towards the door that leads to the backyard, watching as Sarge put your eldest son down to check on the other. His face was covered in dirt and he had a small scratch on his knee, a wet path of tears down his face.
“Hey, talk to me, young private.”, Sarge whipped his tears, trying to see if he was okay. “Where does it hurts?” He touched your youngest son’s leg, and the kid flinched, crying louder.
You kneeled in front of your child, the eldest was still at your husband’s back, watching curiously while the other kept crying.
“Sweetie? Let’s clean you up.” You picked your son up, heading back to the kitchen, grabbing a wet cloth to clean his face from the dirt and the blood from his knee.
Sarge soon joined you, carrying your eldest son on his arms.
“Is he okay?” He asked with a frown while holding the other.
“He is. It’s nothing (Your son’s name) can’t handle, right, young Private?” You smiled, staring down at your child, who gave you a pained smile as he hopped down the chair, getting back to playing with his brother all around the house.
“Can’t get tired of ‘em!” Your husband chuckled, leaning to kiss your forehead. “Those little reds, they fall, they cry, they play.”
“They kind of remind me of Grif and Simmons.” You bit your lip.
“In Sam’s heaven! Don’t say that! Ours are better than those dirtbags!”
You couldn’t help but laugh, leaning to kiss his cheek. “Just wait ‘till they are teenagers, Then let’s see what happens.”
“We have years ahead of us. And I want to enjoy them with my two little soldiers and my wife. No! Wait! Got a better idea! What about a little girl?”
“A little girl?” You cocked your eyebrow, surprised by his suggestion.
Sarge nodded. “A girl! We must make our family bigger! A little girl would help us a lot. She would kick her brother’s asses if she learns from you! She could even kick Grif’s ass!”
All you could do was smile widely and nod, despite all the adventures you had, now it was time for another, and maybe the retirement was one of the best things that could have to happen to you.
