Heart of the war. [Smii7y x Reader]

twenty eight

"Weird question, smits, if we ever gave eachother nicknames, would i be named Mommy milkers because youre a milk bag?"

"...i dont know if i want to answer that question, mommy milkers."

"OH."

"IM SORRY-"
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"Four thousand baby!" Smii7y cheered lowly, not to attract attention.

"Smii7y, get down!" Y/N pulled him on top of her, behind a tree.

"W-woah what the fuck.." he looked at the massive array of people.

"Up right, two teams. Man..i wish we couldnt team with other people, that 12 fucking people!" Y/N whispered, her heart hammering in her chest.

They tried to move up, but instead they were even more nervous due to the original attackers that followed smii7y joining the massive group.

"..w..what." Jarens face fell.

"14 people."

"Ive got a plan. Itll take a wh-"

Y/N was interrupted by a familiar voice over everyones intercom.

"Right, you slackers, Me, Captain price, Ghost and Charly decided to wipe you out. We might join in on the fun. Your too slow, and the ring is closing fellas. Do your job, theres only 90 people left."

Y/Ns eyes slanted, her physique became more laid back in a sense.

She looked at Smii7y, frustrated yet calm. Like a calm before the storm, she kissed his lips gingerly, bidding him goodbye.

"Be ready, Jaren." Y/N Flashed him a small smile, completed with a thumbs up.

"Because if i dont come back, its up to you."

Smii7y nodded, firmly holding his platinum Kar98k in hand. His eyes drifted between the Shiny weapon, and his Girlfriend.

"Y/N, I love you."

Her eyes shut tightly, before locking with his once more.

"I love you too."