You were racing against time. Making quick shortcuts as if your life depended on it this very moment.
"Shit! Shit! Shit!" You cursed at yourself for making these stupid decisions. It was no wonder why Allen had told Mark to keep an eye on you.
Barging into the base, everyone turned to face you.
"Hey! It's Torres, guys!" One soldier called out, pointing his finger at you.
"¡Muévete, pendejo!" You yelled, shoving them out the way. They were annoying as always, even from the first time you had joined The Mountain Boys.
Allen had told you not to worry about them, but they were like pests, trying to push your limits.
You had just run a mile, just to be swarmed with soldiers who hadn't bathed for a week. Did it anger you? Sometimes.
Mark was peacefully lying on the bed when all of a sudden the door slammed wide open. He sat up, a blank look present on his face.
"Dude, what the fu-"
You interrupted him. "NOT A WORD, BITCHCLIFF!" You slammed the door shut, your hands resting on your knees as you attempted to regain your breath.
Mark resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Bad mood?"
"You think?"
"Maybe I dunno."
Straightening your back, you sat on the edge of the makeshift bed. "I ran a fucking mile just to discover you laying on this bed!"
"And I was looking all over for you at the bar! And where did I find you?" He questioned. "Oh, that's right. You were having an argument with John!"
To be honest, he didn't even allow you to speak.
"This is why our commander had told me to keep an eye on you! Don't you see the trouble you put yourself in?" He was more concerned about your safety than his.
"Mark-"
"I don't want to hear it, (Y/N)." He sounded hurt, his voice cracking towards the end.
"I'm sorry..."
"It's alright, you dumbass."
"No, no, really. I was the reason why we got into this whole mess to begin with." You said, glancing over at Mark.
He silently nodded, agreeing with you.
Well, that settled it. No more arguments in the future, but things could change, yet the two of you always manage to talk it out.
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Who Are You? - A Hamilton x TMC crossover?
FanfictionNo one isn't going to read this, I hope. All jokes aside I do hope you enjoy this ^-^ You are... Cesar Torres! Yay. "Hey... It's (Y/N). I hope it's not too late." The letter read, tension had already grown in the room as the general and his right...
