."You got a lotta work Y/CN". You couldn't help but smile at your old partner, then frown out of sadness. After the chat you've had with kick he left to do some errands as you decided to wander around the base. It was usually pretty tidy with the occasional bottles of beer lying around. You walked into the kitchen and slid over the island heading towards the fridge. There was a note, "Stop touching my salads - Merrick" you grinned at the thought of somebody sneaking into the fridge just to steal Merrick's Salad every day. A tap on your shoulder sent shivers down your spine so you quickly turned to the intruder. "Sir- Russ?!" you stammered not realizing he was inches away from you. His eyes bore into yours, his figure slouched over to reach your face. "For fucks sake why are you so close?" you tried backing away but the issue was that the fridge was in the way. He backed away and silently nodded, keeping his eyes sharp on you. "Did you need something or did you creep up on me to slam an insult in my face again?" you questioned with sarcasm lacing each word that slipped spit of your mouth. His gaze soon turned into a glare within seconds as he reached over you to grab a bag of chips that were sitting on top of the fridge. "Soooo, you wear the balaclava all the time? What are you e-" before you could finish he started walking away, a slight frown painted your face but you chose to ignore it.
