One Shots ~ [Call of Duty]

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Reading time: 12 minutes

~ Banter & Tension ~

The room buzzes with the incessant flickering of fluorescent lights while you carefully attend to Simon's injuries. He perches on the bed's edge, his arms tightly crossed, and his jaw clenches in discomfort.

Each gentle touch you apply elicits a wince from him, though he toughs it out, gritting his teeth to endure the pain. Despite your attempts at casual conversation, he seems increasingly agitated, even more so than he usually is.

He hadn't been a fan of you ever since you got introduced. It was the fact that you, like him, were also a lieutenant. However, it was your skill in the medical field that made it so you two saw each other more often than not.

You were practically 141's medic as a side job.

"Fucking hell, can you hurry?" he rasps, nearly growling as he shoots you a sharp glare.

"Jesus, will you stay still? If you keep moving it's only going to take longer," You sigh as your empty hand finds his side to keep him in place.

Simon scoffs, the grimace beneath his mask growing as you hold his side steady. Your words go in one ear and out the other as he shifts his weight again.

The bandages you already finished tug and pull as he moves and his muscles twitch because of it. An inaudible groan escapes his lips at the discomfort of having you this close.

"How on earth did you even manage to get these.." You sigh to yourself as you inspect the injuries once more. They were unusual, even for his sake. The only thing you could compare them with were claw marks, deep ones, running all over his ribs.

He twitches again, your touch clearly not sitting right with him.

"Stop moving, now," You grit back, this time not taking no for an answer.

His nostrils flare as you speak to him, hidden behind the comfort of his mask. The sound of his teeth grinding together echoes through your small office. His face is flush with rage and his glare never falters, even as you wrap bandages around his torso.

He's now even more thankful for his mask and the fact that it covers most of his reactions.

You do feel a twang of sympathy for him, having to bite his tongue and keep still as you work. But he does actually stop moving, finally having realized the serious tone of your words.

"See.. that's much better. I knew you could do it.." You mutter as you're now finally able to work freely. "Might even give you a sticker once you're done.."

Simon's eyes nearly roll out of his head as you tease him, his teeth nearly bare as your hands hover over his wounds. You can practically feel the rage building up under his skin, the thought of someone treating him like a child only adding fuel to his fire.

"I'm not a fucking child," he hisses, his gaze locked onto yours again.

"Then stop acting like one.." You mutter as you accidentally press a thumb into the skin near his wounds.

An angry grunt of pain echoes out of Simon's mouth as you press your thumb near the cut. The corners of his lips twitch ever so slightly, trying to hide any signs of weakness. He lets out a sharp exhale but stays still as he tries to bite back the words you know are on the tip of his tongue.