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«Phillip..» I pronounced his name drawing his attention to me.
We remained silent, we could perceive the embarrassment we were feeling at that moment.
Saying our names felt private.
«So…where are you going to take me?» He asked pulling me out of my thoughts.
«We have a place downstairs where we can train but even outdoors would be fine»
«If it's all right with you, can we do something hand-to-hand first? I remember years ago…you were good at it» He said looking at me seriously, there didn't seem to be anything wrong with what he had asked.
«Sure» I replied seeing him smile slightly as I watched him go along the corridor and then open the door of a room next to mine, it was probably where his room was.
After a few minutes I saw him come out with different clothes, I immediately noticed the collar he was wearing as he approached me.
«I didn't think you had it yet.» I said with a chuckle as I looked him up and down again.
«When I die it will be yours»
«If You Die»
«If I die» He got closer to me and then ruffled my hair, I smiled at his sudden action, when we were in a team together years ago it was his habit to do it.
«I see that your habits have not changed arschloch»
«Not even your craze for insulting me in German»
«Those will remain»
«Then let it be the same for mine»
I rolled my eyes at his words and then started advancing towards the exit door «Come on, hurry up» I told him opening the door.
«What a hurry»
«Graves»
«Gladeon?»
«Move Your Ass»
≤Something is missing in your sentence»
«I'll stick the knife in your carotid»
«Do you think you scare me?»
«Do you want to see it that much?» I asked slowly pulling out the knife.
«Specify me what I want to see, because I would have an idea but I don't think we have the same one»
«GRAVES.»
As I yelled his last name he laughed walking up to me.
«I can't even joke anymore?»
«Arschloch bewegen»
«What?»
I huffed at his question, I knew he didn't understand German but when I got angry I started speaking it without realizing it, I pulled him from his shirt bringing him close to me and then pushed him towards the exit.
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«We're finally here.» He muttered as he looked at the view before us as I dropped the sniper weapons on the grass.
«You wanted to start with melee, didn't you?» I asked as I approached him.
He just nodded turning completely towards placing his hands on my hips, I jumped at his action.
«P-Phillip?» I pronounced his name and then bit my lip, every moment was good to put his hands on me.
«Now that I think about it…I don't want to spoil this face» He said bringing his right hand to my cheek in such a way that he could stroke it.
«Take your hands off me for once» I said trying to have the most serious tone possible, he looked at me for a few seconds until he took a step back taking his hands off me «Danke dir» I whispered taking a breath as I approached the weapons to take them.
«I hate hearing you speak in German» He spoke, breaking the silence that had formed as he took the weapon from my hands, also giving it a look.
I decided not to tell him anything, talking would only drag it out, and that wasn't my goal.
I got into position and out of the corner of my eye I saw him do the same.
«Aim at that rabbit» I ordered him also taking it in the viewfinder to see it, I tried to speak but the shot of his weapon made me remain silent, he had tried to shoot it but without result «I don't think I even told you to shoot it»
«And where would the fun be then?»
«Shut up and aim it again, go with two and a half notches»
«Wouldn't three be better?»
«Keep the questions to yourself and do what I tell you»
«But what authoritarians we are»
«The next bullet that will go off will be mine but towards you if you don't shut up»
«Still angry about just now?»
«Graves shut the fuck up»
«You can't make me do this»
«If I get up, it's the end for you»
«Don't think you can have power over me kiddo»
Hearing his words I got up walking quickly towards him pulling the knife out of my pocket, as soon as I was close to him I kicked him making him end up with his ass on the ground facing with his face in my direction, beyond his ass also his arms they were keeping him seated.
I planted my foot on his chest hard causing his back to lie flat against the grass as I pointed the knife at him.
«Nothing's stopping me from throwing it at you»
«You don't have the cour-»
I didn't let him finish the sentence, I immediately threw the knife a few centimeters from his head, his gaze moved to the small knife that was at his side and then back to me.
He brought his arms on my foot and levered him off pushing me away so as to free himself from my grip creating a distance between us that allowed him to get up quickly, I noticed how his hand grabbed the small knife planted on the ground that I had thrown .
He looked at me and then extended the same hand in my direction as if to say to take it back.
I grabbed the knife and put it in my pocket, in those few seconds he approached me, as soon as I looked up I found his face a few centimeters away from mine.
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Fanfiction!!-this story is published at the request of my friends, you don't have to read it, but if you do i hope you enjoy it-!! •-(this is a cod ff, you will found the prologue at the end)-• [𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜]/[𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝] -> it means with who of the two glade...
