Girl's Frontline: Guns for Hire [male OC x UMP45]

putting aside stuff

A few deep breaths came out of Stryker whilst he frantically looked around
"Oh God.. God..." muttering, he stumbled around trying to get back into the group of soldiers. He calms himself down and shortly afterwards he pulled out his SATNAV tool to point the way for him

"Lets see.."

-UMP45's POV-

"9..? HK..?" She spoke to the radio, no responce. UMP45 tch'd and places her radio back and continued on her way

"I might be lost.."

Muttered 45. She wondered aimlessly before thinking of resting for a bit. Suddenly, she stopped herself and froze in place after hearing the rustling of leaves and a the sound of a snapping branch. She raises her sub machine gun up, making her way up to the source of the disturbance. "Come out.. come out.." she whispers, -clack, cock- she cocked her gun and as she approaches a figure could be seen, she aims the sight to what seems to be it's head and slowly pushes into the trigger when it looked at her

"A-Ah!" the both of them shouted in surprised, "oh.. you're.. wait what the fuck?!" The man shouted pointing at 45.

"IT'S YOU!" Both of them exclaimed, after a bit of shouting both of them calmed down, "okay, okay.. phew.." Stryker muttered, both agreed that they're both lost and walked besides eachother -smirk- a little smirk came out of him, UMP45 looked on in confusion, "whats the big deal?"

"Your dumbass managed to get lost? Laughable, also where were you during that fire fight? Did you hide in a little hidey hole?~" he taunted

"You-"

"Why should you care? You're just a T-doll." Suddenly a punch was felt on the left side of his body, he stumbled back and as he looked up. Stryker saw a fumed up UMP45 "FUCK. YOU." she snapped, trying to take a swing at him, Stryker responded with a quick burst from his rifle, UMP45's SMG was knocked out of her sling. But she easily swiped Stryker's rifle and it fell down into the ground aswell. They both pulled out their handguns and missed every shot. Landing near them, one wrong move and one of their heads will be splattered across the ground.

Their magazine ran dry and they pulled out thjer knives, Stryker tries to stab UMP45 in the throat while she catches the blade mid swing, they both stumbled back from their clash and took some deep breaths.

"(T-That was close... he.. almost... uh..)" 45. sighed and pants. Stryker quickly got his second wind and rushes UMP45 and they clashed once more, 45. Caught Stryker's hands and tries to hold his knife back. "Ufgh!" They both slipped from the wet mud and now, laying in the ground. Stryker slowly open his eyes to see him, holding UMP's...

"AAH! Y-You.. y-you..." she stuttered, crawling away from Stryker who sat in awe, UMP threw rock, muds, and sand at stryker who tries his best to shield himself

"W-Woah! I'm sorry! Goddamn its not like anything was there..."

-SLAP-

45. Slapped him across his face
"I deserved that.." Stryker said holding his face in pain, UMP blushes and continues to observed stryker, whilst that was happening. Stryker was looking around and snapped out of it,

"o-oh jesus.. i am so dead."

He was cut off with UMP45 holding out her hand in a handshake, "sorry.." she apologized, Stryker offered his hands to her and they both rosed up

"Why.. the fuck- why...?"

"For yesterday.. that explains, you really hate me right..?" She muttered, Stryker stayed silent and shakes his head no

"Not really... just.. tch- lets get ovet it." They both looked away from eachother akwardly they both sigh and groaned and they started to pick up their scattered equipments across the ground. "Ugh.." he disgruntly muttered, 45. And him silently stood besides eachother, and then continues to march towards their destinstion. He took a glance at UMP45 and he noticees a bruise on her face near her lip.

"(Did i do that?)" Thought to himself

Meanwhile, UMP45 looked over to Stryker, noticing a cut on his right arm. Its not sure to her wether to be concern nor worried she tried to speak but stopped herself a second later. The both of them continued to walk along the forrest trail before coming to a stop after seeing a snuffed up campfire in a campsite. "We could stop here.." Stryker told himself, UMP45 sloutched over a tree while Stryker throws a lit match into the dry-charcoal logs that the campfire used, Stryker notices the cautious look on 45 and exclaims:

"Relax this campfire is a week old from what it seems,"

UMP45 just stared aimlessly at him causing him to be confused

"Is it.. me..?" He muttered while pointing to himself, UMP45 basfully looked away. "No, nothing. Just nothing," she says, dusting off her uniform. The two stayed in akward silence with Stryker throwing up his knife and catching it like a dangerous game of catch, this caught 45's attention who observed him

"I wanted to ask a question," stryker muttered as the knife lands in his hand

"Do you have a grudge against people like us?" Holstering his knife, he looked towards 45, she answered with a blank stare befote stryker takes it as a touchy topic for her, "sorry." He said, looking away from her

"Kind of.." she suddenly uttered, grabbing Stryker's attention

"May i ask why?"

"I dont want to really talk.." UMP45 said with a disheartened tone, Stryker nods in understanding and they both continued their silence before a beep coming out of Stryker was heard, he pulled out a device out of his pocket, UMP45 jumped up and raises her machine gun at him, an overjoyous Stryker screams: "YES!" And fiddles with the device

"w-what is that?" 45 was shooked,

"My satnav, it finally caught something no more being lost in a forrest for a week horray!" He sarcastically shouted

"So mature." UMP45 muttered whilst lowering her gun, "cmon, lets go." Stryker said as he gestured to her. UMP45 nodded with a sigh under her breath as the two made their way out

-Timeskip-

Stryker and 45. Continued to pace across the forrest, Stryker walks on as he stares at his SATNAV, pointing towards an origin of a radio frequency.

"You're not getting tired..?" Asked UMP45 with curiousity, Stryker returned with a sigh while shaking his head, "im used to it, no worries." Suddenly they heard a voice from behind a grove of trees, 3 girls in full military gear, two of them were wearing a barret with insignias on them and one looked overly similar to UMP45.

"45 onee san!~" the yellow one shouted before hugging 45 "Ughf.. 9.." UMP45 muttered. whilst this is happening, the others approached striker and raised their weapons on him,

"Is this your prisoner or what?" The one with the blue haired scoffed, the girl with a gray hair simply sighs and says: "well -yawns- lets just kill him here-"

"Wait, hes the mercenary we're working with. Hes just an idiot." 45 cuts her off whilst trying to pry UMP9 off of her. The two looked at eachother before lowering their rifles down from Stryker, 45 managed to pry the girl off from her. She tugs stryker's uniform and introduced him to the girls

"This is Lt. Stryker, leader of the mercenary team; Duststrom Company."

Then, the girls introduced themselves

"HK416."

"-yawn- hmnhm~ G11.."

"UMP9!"

"(All named after the models of guns, is it common amongst all of them?) He sighs and shook his head, he nodded towards all of them and before they go on their way...

"Oh, he got lost 9, so i had to-"

"OI!" Stryker, outraged after hearing her comment shouted while 45 looks on in confusion, "what? Didnt you-" UMP45 uttered before getting cut off by him

"Well i got lost but.."

"Hah! He admitted it~"

"You made it sound like im being babysitted by you! Bullshit, i used my SATNAV to get out of there IM-" whilst the two argue, the 3 girls looked on akwardly as they looked at eachother.

"Eh, they can put aside some diffrences."

To be continued