Murder Drones - N's Beloved Human

[25] Guerilla

Marshal's 2nd Month - 3rd day as a JCJenson Trainer

Narrator's POV

N had been waiting quite some time for a very special event to occur, where all the disassembly drones are to participate.

It is a combat and a survival simulation within a jungle. All the trainers will be the first to do it for demonstration and for the drones to learn.

The reason N had been waiting for so long for this to happen was because he could sort of see Marshal in action again and admire him - as if he already isn't deeply in love with him.

20 minutes before the simulation

Kyle, Marshal's black former combat buddy, still his close friend and now his fellow trainer, enters Marshal's room and finds him and N together, speaking to each other.

"What's this? Another conversation on how you guys are going to cuddle in bed?" Kyle chuckles.

N faces Kyle and blushes deeply, averting his gaze and holding both his hands on top of the hem of his skirt.

Marshal turns around as well, his eyebrows furrowing in frustration and amusement.

"Damn it, Kyle, how many times do I have to repeat myself? K-"

"Knock before you enter. Yeah, yeah, I know, you don't have to yap about it." Kyle interrupts and chuckles once more.

"Also uh, N, I need a moment with Marshal. It's work-related."

N nods, still blushing and rushes out of the room, closing the door behind him and leaning on it, clutching the area of his heart in an attempt to slow his racing heart.

"So.. What now?" Marshal asks as he places his hands in his pockets, looking at Kyle and raising his eyebrow.

"Higher-ups want us to wear shorts for the simulation. Don't know why, don't want to know, just want to get it over with." Kyle shrugs.

Marshal sighs but nods.

"I'll change into my shorts, I'll be in the simulation in a few."

Kyle nods and leaves the room.

Unbeknownst to Marshal, Kyle had given a fake order to prank him.

Just 5 minutes before the simulation, Marshal arrives at the simulation area with his issued green shorts and normal training tops, rolled up and the colour of the tops are green.

He notices the other trainers are staring at him, some smirking and nearly bursting of laughter.

Another thing he notices is that they're all wearing pants.

"Seriously- the hell?" Marshal crosses his arms and looks away.

"Do you see how ridiculous you are when you're the only guy with shorts here?" Mike says and bursts out in laughter.

The other trainers follow suit as the other disassembly drones whisper playfully, some confessing he looks 'hot' seeing his form.

"Oh this will be your last day your dignity remains.." Marshal says in a flat and low tone at Kyle, pointing at him.

Kyle chuckles and shrugs.

Meanwhile, N is blushing deeply, trying to cover it with his hands while marching in place with increasing speed.

"Oh dear.. Oh dear.. Oh dear.. I think I'm blushing.. Am I? Can Marshal see me? Oh he's so handsome.. Oh dear.."

N quietly whispers to himself while taking deep breaths to calm his intense arousal... and his wagging tail.