Heart of the war. [Smii7y x Reader]

TEN

She jumped up and slid down the cliff, surfing with the side of her foot. Immediately, her footsteps were silent. Dead silent.

Matt jumped down, fast as hell and silent aswell, before smii7y did the same. In awe, he yelled at the others to come down.

"She has team dead silence!" He smiled, waving them down.

"Im so speedy. I wanna grab a motherfuckers balls and chop em off!" She looked at her hands and then looked at the 5 men who stood in front of her.

They all clutched their crotches with a pained expression. "Chop off..their balls?" Puffer squeaked.

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Y/N looked over at her watch, finding it blank. She sighed, keeping her knife out in case of a close ranged attack. Her free arm needed something to grasp, snaking its way down to her loose fitted shorts, literally grabbing it.

"Something doesnt feel right." Y/N spoke up, breaking the long lived silence.

"Anything you notice?" Smii7y asked, looking over to her.

"..matt..you killed that guy with the rpg, right?"

"I heard the sound for when you down someone, didnt hear the kill confirmed one. There was still an explosion going on." He added.

"Keep your gaurd up." Y/N spoke lightly, passing two more rockets to Matt, watching him stuff it in a reserve.

"Has anyone other than Y/N figured out their perk?" Grizzy spoke up, narrowly eyeing the mountains they began to trail.

"We ' ll have to test waters first, two of the perks weve heard were team speed and a price negotiator." Puffer responded.

"Team speed isnt the same as team dead silence, and Y/N has team dead silence." Smii7y added on to their conversation.

"Y/N, howd you even activate it?" Matt mentioned something crucial.

"..good question. I just heard a sound and it happened, its like a 'hey pls work' kind of thing. Spur of the moment, if you will. But its like you..recite it in your head." Y/N said, looking over to the rest of the group.

"Arent we also on a loss here?" Y/N sighed.

"What do you mean?" Puffer spoke up, perplexed.

"Teams of 6..iskra said we could welcome other soldiers into our group, and we are only 5 after all.. but who to trust." Y/N spoke under her breath, her once free hand now running over the blade of her knife.

"Thats..thats true. What happened to our 6th?" Smii7y said.

Y/N watched the group converse with eachother, looking at her watch again to bring up a map.

"Hey guys-- we are at..tiddies." Y/N stopped, looking at the marvelous sight.

"woah, they do look like tiddies." Matt awed, looking at the large mounds with ladders hooked onto the sides.

"Hey puffer, hey grizzy, you wont have to worry about fixing your smoke detector!"

"I will fucking beat your ass matt." Grizzy looked at him with a smile, but stern.

"I will..rim you."

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"Guys..we found the potluck." Smii7y and Y/N went on all the mounds, picking up a ton of money.

"I wonder where we even get the space to pack all this shit." Y/N spoke, looking at her empty pockets which suprisingly were her character storage.

"True." He nudged her a little.

"Do you not get hot wearing that orange suit smits?"

Smii7y blushed, hearing the nickname again, although not evident, he fiddled with his fingers behind his back.

"..well, im not sure." He pushed her to ask questions.

"What do you mean you arent sure? I swear you canadians are just too selfless." Y/N smiled, pulling off his ski mask to reveal his disheveled hair.

She ruffled it before slipping the ski mask back on. His mask folded into a smile, catching her gaze.

They stood like so for a moment before being pulled away by their group to count money.

"Well, how much money we got, matt?" Y/N smacked his shoulder.

"Ouch!" He pretended to get hurt, checking his watch for the count.

"7, 829."