Heart of the war. [Smii7y x Reader]

seven

"And it is to be said that each one of you have an ability to help your team. One might be luck of killstreaks from boxes. Another one might be a negotiation type to get better prices. One could also be team dead silence, and team speed." Iskra spoke up, narrowly staring down every team.

As blarg went up with his team, captain hugged him close and whispered in his ear; "stay safe hun," before patting his shoulder and letting him go.

He walked back to SAS, giggling the entire way before simon (ghost) asked why he was giggling.

"Ive never felt so childish before, i just told a man 'hun' and 'baby' for a joke."

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"GUESS WE LANDIN AT AIRPORT BOIS!" Y/N yelled over the engine, the six walked up to the now opening back of the plane.

"HANG ONTO YOUR BALLS!" she screamed again, although she didnt have balls, she still gripped her crotch.

She did a 360 spin out the plane, followed by smii7y, puffer, blarg and grizzy.

"LETS GET THIS HEAD GAMERS!" Her eyes immediately lit up, screaming again. Shes in a place where no one could judge her. Shes free.

"EYO!" Smii7y imitated droid, landing beside Y/N who already picked up the shittiest sniper, the pellington.

"I fucken HATE this thing." Smii7y and Y/N said to eachothers faces in unison.

"Smits, weve gotta regroup, this is like something out of mars bro!"

She took off her eye protection, putting it just above her eyes, she threw the pellington to the ground, pissed.

"Lets get this dub, shall we?"

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"Man money really is hard to find." Y/N scrunched her nose and sighed, releasing the tension.

"Recount?" They stopped by an abandoned house by verdansk riverside, watching puffer count through their bills.

Thats when a sound emerged from Blargs arm. A..watch?

The watch lit up, staying quiet but displaying a number : 678.

"630, 650, 670, 678." Puffer counted, coming to thr conclusion that they had 678 dollars. He looked over at the illuminating watch, watching the same number pop up.

"So..i counted for nothing??" He frowned playfully. Grizzy chuckled and pat his back, giving him a wheat straw.

"Oooo cowboy drugs."

"My ren, what in the absolute fuck did you just say? Cowboy drugs..? So, so- if you smash the wheat into lil bits and snort it, is it cowboy cocaine then?" Matt stared into Puffers eyes.

"..yes."

- 1 hour of fucking walking later

"Fuck we really need some fuckin wheelies?" Y/N sighed, hopping on a rover, gesturing all of them on it.

"Grizzy get on it, its not like im matt." She sneered jokingly. Puffer and grizzy snickered in the back of the rover, while matt sat on the side and smii7y sat behind her.

Its a bit cramped. Keyword : bit. They hit a bump in the road making smii7y hug onto her tighter, embarrassed. Instead of letting go, he continued to hug and put his ski masked head onto her shoulder, inhaling her scent.

Y/N rested her head against his slightly, driving down under the bridge before going into superstores direction. She sighed, feeling a little anxious.

"Guys im driving into superstore, were gonna be on one and steal the money."

"Seems like a good idea, i mean, its a super store." Grizzy said, still gripping onto the car edge.

"Alright, im making the last turn before we get the fuck off this baby." Y/N giggled proudly, she remembered the route correctly.

"OH FUCK Y/N WATCH OUT!" Smii7y pointed at a Person in the middle of the road, just one person.

"Imma run his muffucking ass over!" She screamed, running over the dark tight spandex skin.

"Oh shit fuck, its a roze skin. Although this..isnt a game, shes..downed?" Y/N stopped the car and gestured everyone off.

She only had an knife she found laying on the floor, and the "simple plan" gun.
(I actually have no clue what that gun is, but its a cold war weapon because of the sight/aim in animation)

Her mind immediately snapped to interrogation, i mean she did have a knife anyway. And theres no way to possibly give up.

They are all wearing ear peices like headsets connected to one and other, so if they were apart they could communicate and give comms.

Smii7y pointed his pellington- or the one that Y/N threw down- to the Rozes head, his finger on the trigger.

"Where did you come from?" Y/N pulled out her knife, leaning down to the rozes level. She out it against her neck while the others watched the outskirts to make sure it was clear.

The person muffled out "i wouldnt tell you." She pressed the knife harder against the rozes jugular.

She eyed the ear of roze, pulling out the earpiece harshly.

"You wont be needing this anytime soon."

Y/N asked her once more.

"Which direction did you come from? Answer or else you wont be needing to clear the gulag."