Resident Evil Oneshots

{Jack Krauser x Reader} - Training Distractions

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"Show me everything you've got pipsqueak, you think you're so tough then prove it against me...Come on, I won't bite" The blonde grinned as he stared at you with his arms spread out wide. His stance was strong as he kept his gaze on you as you paced in front of him against the training mat. Sweat dripping from your brow after consistently training just before hand.  Adjusting the towel around your neck an annoyed expression formed on your face as you wiped the sweat away that ran down the back of your neck. Your breathing was heavy as your E/c eyes stared him down. That shit eating smirk hadn't left his face the moment he started talking to you moments ago when he stopped by after a meeting with the higher ups on a mission being carried on later in the week. 

The muscular general you called "friend" just loved to push your buttons whenever he could. Always seeming to find you and pull on the strings he shouldn't in order to get a rise out of you. It had always been like that since day one you were trained underneath him. He just always seemed to find some type of enjoyment out of your misery or maybe enjoyment in pushing you your hardest you've ever worked because he knows you can handle his treatment unlike most. It wasn't like he personally had it out for you by all means. In the time you have spent here training in the program for the government it was as if you two had grown close. Constantly around each other when training or practicing. Being chosen to go on small missions together whenever they are available. Overall there has been a lot of time spent together for a while and you couldn't be happier about it. But of course he couldn't know that, he would probably think you're just being sappy.

"You really like fucking with me don't you blondie" Smirking as you spoke with a simple shake of your head. Knowing he wouldn't stop prying on the topic of sparring with you until the fight has commenced. He was hard working and determined, not to mention stubborn if you asked anyone that knew him. Not only was he hard on himself with his training, he was definitely hard on the soldiers he trained alongside him. Although he was rough and at times it was almost like he didn't care about anyone's well being if they were tired or hurt. He always told you every time you were done sparring with him that he wanted to train you to be the best of the best and the way of getting there was going to be rough. But that he believed in you every step of the way and wants to watch you succeed. That's what keeps you going,

"Course I do, you know you're my favorite to spar against. Now come on (nickname), fight with me" His icy blue eyes stared you down as you stood your ground. Watching as his hand reached down, pulling his signature blade he always had with him out of its holster. His blade was sharp and finely cleaned as it shined in the lighting, it was a fine weapon only few have gotten to touch and being that you had used his knife before was an honor. A soft sigh escaped your lips as you watched him stand his ground. The same smirk on his face as he watched you give in slowly to his request. Your gloved hand reached to your side, pulling your own knife from its holster that rested comfortably on your hip. Wiping the blade off on your thigh quickly your eyes soon return to the larger male in front of you. His muscles flexed under his tight black shirt as he leaned his weight back on his heel.

"Do you think I enjoy fighting you after training so much Krauser?" Your voice was soft as it left your lips, crouching slightly as you prepared for him in front of you. Giving him the hint that you were soon ready for his attacks to be sprung on you soon enough. The blonde lunged forward His knife clashed against yours as his eyes gazed down upon you. Your eyes matched his curious gaze as he looked at you from the angle he had.

"Of course. I know I enjoy fighting you-" He began to say as he moved back and attempted to swipe at you once more. The sounds of your knives clashed together as the force of both of your hits that were blocked erupted in the room. Your footing was quick and agile as your gaze constantly followed him. Although you could easily get distracted by staring at his frame and fit body this was a serious matter that would only end in a triumph victory or a horrible lose to you once the sparring match was over with.