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You finally got the last box into your space. Setting it onto the leaning tower of boxes piled nearly to the ceiling, turning to the other agents that had helped you bring it all in. Giving them a small smile. There was only one you didn’t recognize, a tall tan man with a devilishly handsome face and sunglasses. You gave him a small wave before speaking,
“Thanks for all the help, but I think I’ve got it from here.” The group nods, Price being the only one to stay, coming up to you holding a small box cutter.
“Wouldn’t want the pretty new recruit to ruin her hands now would we?” He said coyly, handing you the small handle. “But to be honest 12, you are going to be safe here. And I think that you’ll even enjoy your time with the taskforce.” The man then gave you a smile before leaving, causing you to look around the little room. Deciding to begin setting everything up.
LATER
It was around dinner time when you had finished, looking around proudly at your work. The space now warm and homey rather than clinical and cold. You were distracted by your stomach rumbling, causing you to quickly change out of your clothes you had been wearing for two days, changing into a simple pair of flared leggings and a long sleeve sweater. Despite it being early autumn, the area where the base was located was already in the 40s. You headed out of the room, leaving it unlocked as you walked around, looking for signs or directions to some sort of ‘mess hall’ but you could find none. While you were searching, you suddenly ran into something hard, causing you to look at the strange pole you hadn’t seen before. But when you regained balance, you didn’t see the same white paint on concrete, you saw army green, cloth, and jeans. Realizing your mistake you began to babble apologies, but firm calloused hands gripped you by the shoulders, a chuckle escaping his lips.
“You goin’ somewhere Hen?” Soap questioned jokingly. “You seemed so occupied you ran into me.” He let you go, but stood still, waiting for an answer. Internally chuckling at your deer in headlights expression.
“Uhm-Uh-Yeah?...I’m trying to find somewhere to eat…’S been a long day.” You say with an embarrassed laugh, turning your gaze to avoid eye contact. He then nodded, pointing you down the hall.
“Just down there darlin’, I’ll show ya.” The brunette said, turning and gesturing for you to follow him. You stumbled as you did, lightly enamored with how the rippled muscles of his back strained against the soft cotton of his shirt.
You both walked into an almost school cafeteria room, seeing round tables with chairs and many toned, robust military men and women eating and chatting. Soap then put his hand on the small of your back. The soft touch caused you to blush lightly as he led you to the service area. Soon distracted by the smells and sounds of cooking. Seeing the cuisine before you caused your stomach to grumble again, as if to say ‘Wow getting caught was the best thing to happen to you’. You grabbed a plate, filling it with portions of everything that caught your eye, although you kept close to McTavish, avoiding the predatory smiles of some men at tables, ogling the curve of your ass in your leggings. Causing you to realize how much you stood out.
“Don’t pay attention to ‘em. They won't come up to ya as long as you're around us.” Soap whispered in your ear, causing you to jump a little. Bringing you over to a table with the men you met before, taking a seat next to Ghost, who has his mask lifted to just over his mouth, letting him sip his tea in peace. Leaving you to sit in between Price and the tan man that you didn’t know the name of. Internally you spoke, ‘Fuck it, beats not having a place to sit.’. You placed your plate and cup down, Not noticing all the stares and the talking lowering to whispers as you did so.
“Ayy pretty girl is back.” Said the person to your left, extending a hand to greet you. “Gaz.”
“Hi, uh-” You gave him your name as you took his hand in a shake, noticing his warmth as he lightly wrapped his hand around yours. Your cheeks tinged pink at his pet name for you.
After your meal was over, Price leaned and whispered in Ghost’s ear, causing the man to grumble lightly before getting up, pulling his man down over his mouth and neck. From sneaking glances while you ate you saw ink creeping up his neck, as well as blonde stubble along his chiseled jaw. One thing you didn’t know though, was that everyone at that table was stealing glances at you, finding the way you picked through food and covering your mouth as you chewed, particularly cute.
“Okay 12, get up. Your first training session is with me tonight.” His thick accent caused you to choke on your drink a little. Setting the cup down as you tilted your head up to look at him.
“What-Why? Why now?” You spoke incredulously, confused why your supposed training was starting so early.
“We have a mission in a month, and you need to be up to parr by the time it comes around so we don't have to carry your dead body all the way to the morgue.” He spat. Obviously not too cheery with Price’s assigning him to you.
“Don’t be a dick Ghost. The girl doesn’t know what we do.” McTavish lightly slapped Ghost’s thigh, turning to you. “Don’t worry Hen. He’s just whiny that he doesn’t get to cuddle with me tonigh-” Ghost smacked him upside the head, much harder than he was hit. “Damn LT, it was a joke ow..” Soap rubbed his head, glaring lightly up at the man next to him.
You got up then, looking at Ghost. “Okay..I’m ready? I guess?”