Agent From The Boot(RVB X Male OC)

(Season 1) Chapter 1: Red Gets A Delivery/The Rookies

Griff and Simmons were running to meet up with Sarge beside the base.

Sarge: "Hurry up, ladies. This ain't no ice cream social."

Simmons: "Ice cream social?"

Sarge: "Stop the pillow talk, you two. Anyone...want to guess...why I gathered you here...today?"

Griff: "Uh...is it because the war's over and you're sending us home?"

Sarge: "That's exactly it, Private. War's over. We won. Turns out you're the big hero, and we're gonna hold a parade in your honor. I get to drive the float. And Simmons here is in CHARGE OF CONFETTI!"

He answered to Griff, being tired of his laziness.

Griff: "I'm no stranger to sarcasm, sir."

Sarge: "God DAMN it, Private! Shut your mouth, or else I'll have Simmons slit your throat while you're asleep!"

Simmons: "Oh, I'd do it, too."

Sarge: "I know you would, Simmons. Good man."

He then got back on topic.

Sarge: "Couple of things today, ladies. Command has seen fit to increase our ranks here at Blood Gultch Outpost Number One."

Griff: "Crap. We're getting a rookie."

Sarge: "That's right, dead man. And a highly trained professional. The rookie will be here within the week. But today, we received the first part of our shipment from Command. Lopez! Bring up the vehicle."

One of the other Red team members, Lopez was driving a battle vehicle, with someone else holding onto the gun on top of the vehicle. Lopez stopped whenever he saw the three of them. And the person on the gun hopped off. He was wearing a dark green camouflage colored suit.

Simmons: "Shotgun!"

Griff: "Shotgun! Fuck!"

Sarge: "May I introduce our new killing machine. Agent Louisiana!"

LA: "Eh, that's to much. Y'all can call me Iverson. It's shorter."

Griff: "Wait, how do you get Iverson from Louisiana?"

Iverson then looked at Sarge.

Iverson: "Is he retarded?"

Griff: "Excuse me?"

Sarge: "I would very much hope so."

Simmons: "Me too, Sarge."

Griff: "What the fuck?!"

Iverson then walked up to Griff.

Iverson: "It's okay. I am friend. My name, Iverson."

He said at a slow speed to make sure Griff understood what he was saying. Simmons was snickering at this.

Griff: "I fucking hate you."

Sarge: "And may I introduce our new light reconnaissance vehicle. It has four-inch armor plating, mag bumper suspension, a mounted-machine-gunner position, and total seating for three. Gentleman! This is the M12 LRV! I like to call it the 'Warthog'."

Simmons: "Why 'Warthog', sir?"

Sarge: "Because M12 LRV is too hard to say in conversation, son."

Griff: "No, but...why 'Warthog'? I mean it doesn't really look like a pig."

Sarge: "Say that again?"

Griff: "I think it looks more like a puma."

Sarge: "What in Sam Hill is a puma?"