Mini fic time because I’m tired and the autism is autisming
(Gaz/alex)
~If Gaz and Alex were included in the countdown mission~
“Soap! It’s not gonna hold you need to jump down to the other shaft!” Gazs voice echoed, going down to soap. He watched as Soap jumped down the the other elevator shaft, falling through and stunning himself. He was facing Hassan now, with no weapon, just the missile controls.
“Fuck!” He yelled down, turning around to Alex. “He’s all alone down there, with Hassan.” He spoke, slightly panicked.
“Shit..” he watched Alex reach for his radio and call for Price. “Alex to Price- Soap has got the missile controls but is stuck 3 floors below us with no weapon and multiple armoured AQ guards.”
Just as price was about to talk into his radio, Soap spoke up. “I’ve got the missile controls, I’m hiding currently. What do i do?” He asked Laswell.
“This is watcher-1…” Gaz blocked out the rest and started thinking of ways he could assist Soap, pacing while also staying alert for any incoming AQ guards. Alex was listening intently, wishing on a star that Soap would make it out alive and with a detonated missile.
Gaz then heard some rummaging by the door and his head snapped up, his firearm close by his chest. “Alex- movement outside the door.” He said in a hushed tone, approaching the door slowly. He could hear men speaking in Arabic, barking orders at each other. “Copy.” The American confirmed.
They both waiting in cover outside the door until the weak piece of wood was knocked off its hinges. There’s was 5 armoured AQ guards which would probably take a lot of ammo and effort to take down. “Contact!” Gaz yelled, opening fire and aiming for the guards helmets. With an entire mag, he managed to take out one of them and weaken another. Alex was also shooting at them, but he had to be careful with the amount of ammo he was using because he was on his last mag. “Last mag!” Gaz yelled, finishing off his bullets before pulling out his knife.
The guards kept on shooting, but Gaz and Alex moved swiftly, taking out each guard.
The last two them took on Gaz and Alex. Alex was having a hand to hand combat fight while Gaz was fighting a knife away from his throat. “Piss off you bastard..” he said after dodging the knife for a fifth time. He kept on dodging until he was hit over the head, dazed slightly. “Fuck!” He yelled out, his vision blurring slightly and his head throbbing.
He felt a whoosh of wind pass by him, holding up his arms in Defense. He was pinned to the ground, wishing he could die any other way but this. He could imagine Alex winning his fight and looking over to see Gaz, with blood pooling around him and oozing out of his neck. And Gaz would never had told him how he felt.
He readied himself before feeling the weight pinning him down be tackled off, by alex. Gaz then slumped, letting out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding. Alex quickly took out the soldier before looking over at Gaz. “Hey, you good?” He said, his soft American accent ringing out. Gaz rubbed his head, feeling blood from being hit drip down his face slightly. “I’m good, you?” He asked, turning to Alex.
“Solid.”
Gaz then rolled over, kneeling. He then heard a loud bang come from outside the building and in the middle of the air. He looked up to see a mix of oranges and yellows hanging in the air beautifully. He did it. Soap did it.
A big smile spread across Gazs face, showing his natural small sharp fangs. He laughed out, relieved as he stared up at the sight.
Alex stared at gazs face, enamoured by his sheer beauty. The way the lights of the fire mixed perfectly with his skin and eyes, and lit up the best parts of his features. “It’s beautiful..” Gaz said, not taking his eyes off of the imploded missile. “Yeah, it is..” Alex spoke softly, looking at Gaz and not sparing a glance at the fire.
They stayed like that until they were broken from their trance, Gaz turning to see Alex already looking at him, his cheeks slightly red. They both were smiling, happy that this war was finally over. “I love you.. you know that?” Alex said, still with a small smile on his face.
Gaz pulled him into a strong hug, nuzzling his face into his neck. “Yeah..” He pulled away, meeting eyes with Alex again. “We did it. It’s over.” Relief melting from his face, a goofy grin plastered over it.
Alex then pulled him into a short, but meaningful kiss.
“It’s over.” Alex parroted.
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@offreedom | continued.
It felt good getting into the house and being able to take his mask off; he's used to it by now, of course, but still. He breathes a sigh of relief as he hangs his coat up and tucks his boots in against the wall, and then slings his duffel bag over one shoulder.
"Thank you so much again, for having me," He said with a warm, grateful smile, and ducks his head a little bit. "Really, I appreciate it so much. I'm glad to see you — I missed you." They hugged at the airport, but he'd really like to hug her again. She gives good hugs. But asking for it might be too much, and he doesn't want to seem demanding —
He coughs briefly into one hand, and instead opts to adjust the strap over his shoulder. "Is it alright if I drop this in the room and get a quick shower? Then, maybe we could catch up a bit? Or tomorrow, if that's better for you — whatever works."
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