Shotgun to my heart

Chapter 5: Just like the picture

Just like a picture

~Sarge POV~

30 years have passed. No contact from the beautiful girl I met at the bar but her face refuses to leave my mind. Every day I think of her. It's stupid cause I know I'll never see her again.

But I couldn't help it. She just seemed so...

Right. And she was different. Not just because she was an experiment but she had a personality that I instantly fell in love with. Everything I could see in my mind.

Her brown hair that made it's way past her shoulders. Her silver/blue eyes thy glowed with excitement and cockiness. And especially her smile stayed in my mind. Her smile seemed to brighten up the room.

After that one night of just talking I loved her. It seems stupid because I had just met her but she was just right.

Right now I'm in my room. I'm stationed in a box canyon with my men. I have Simmons who is a very trusty kid who helps for orders. There Donut and I'm not sure if he's right in the head. Then there's Grif. He's just a lazy dirtbag who doesn't follow orders.

Were on Red Team because blue sucks!! In blue team there's 3 guys. There's Church, who is some sort of ghost I think. There's Caboose who's a child in an adult body and then there's Tucker. A pervert.

An hour later I was in the livingroom of the base, cleaning my shotgun. I had just called a meeting because I heard something about the blues. I heard they got a new recruit.

The only person who wasn't here was Grif. The idiot. I finally sighed with frustration.

"Grif! You useless dirtbag! Get yer' hurt in here!!" I called. A few seconds later her walked in but he was looking at something. It seemed to be a picture that was framed. My eyes widened when I realized that was the picture of Wolf I had taken with her at the bar.

"Who's this hottie Sarge?" Grif asked with a smirk. I immediately lunged at him trying to get the picture. He moved out of the way just in time and started running away.

"C'mon Sarge who is it?" He asked again laughing and running away from me.

"That's my own damn nuisances! Give the damn picture back
Dirtbag!!!" I yelled. I finally just stopped running and grabbed my shotgun and pointed it at him after cocking it.

He sighed and handed me back the picture. I grabbed it from him and hurriedly went to my room and hid it in my room. I went back out and found grif on the couch eating Oreos.

"Anyway. I have some Intel!" I said while clapping my hands together trying to change the subject.

"And that would be?.." Grif asked hole eating another Oreo.

"I found out blue base has a new recruit! And I plan to take him hostage!" I said slightly executed. Maybe I would get to hurt the new dirty blue I thought darkly.

"What if it's a girl?" Grif asked. I snorted.

"Who would send a girl to a war?" I asked no one in particular. The only girl I've ever met who was for for war would be Wolf. Man I miss her...

"Uh my sister got sent here but she disappeared. Oh and Simmons? What the hell are girly laps?" Grif asked while turning to simmons. I rolled my eyes and ignored the fat basterd.

They bickered back and forth until I finally made them stop. We all got out armor on and I got into the warthog with Simmons in the back and Grif in the passenger seat. Donut stayed behind with Lopez to fix something.

I turned on the music and smirked.

"Let's go boys!" I said except left and drove fast the blue base.

~No one POV~

A lone figure stood ontop of the base. They were dressed in blue and black armor and had a knife strapped to their leg. The gun was strapped to their hip. They were staring off into the distance, away from red base. They had just gotten here a day ago and they already wanted to leave.

All of a sudden they heard... Poka? Music. They couldn't decide where it was coming from so they looked around.

"Simmons grab him!!!" An old southern voice yelled. The person turned around and eyes widened under their helmet. A person in maroon armor easily snatched up the smaller person.

'He's kinda short' thought the maroon soldier who was now holding the blue and black armored person down in his and Sarges lap. Of course the person was squirming and trying to get free.

"Simmons tie him up!" Sarge said when he caught a armor hand that went to punch his face. They hurriedly parked the car and dragged the kicking and squirming person but they also haven't talked.

Sarge dragged the new blue to an abandoned room, chained him to a chair, because their out of rope simply sat down in front of the blue.

The blue slowly looked up at him. Sarge could feel a glare coming from the visor penetrating through his own. But he wasn't scared. What could this guy do? He's chained down.

"I want you to tell me the blues plan you dirty blue" I said while crossing my arms. A habit I had developed over the years.

They simply leaned back in the chair and said nothing. I smirked under my helmet.

This would have to get a little violent.

An hour later and many punches, slaps, and kicks to the blue they still said nothing. I could tell they were in pain though because they shook slightly in it.

I threw the chair aside in anger and yelled through my helmet.

"Talk!!"

They tilted their head slightly and leave forward so they were closer to me.

"Go to he'll" said a dark and deep voice. But it didn't sound like a natural voice. But that one sent ace really pissed me off. I immediately punched his face, under his jaw so his helmet flew off.

Their head was whipped to the side by the impact. But something I didn't expect was covering their face.

Long brown hair that defiantly belonged to a girl. He-- she slowly looks up at me and tried lunging forward, and she growled showing off fangs.

My eyes immediately widened when I saw her face. Same brown hair. Silver/ blue eyes...

It's Wolf... And she looks just like the picture...

I immediately threw off my helmet and grabbed her head and kissed her passionately. A kiss worth 30 years.

~Wolf POV~

Well. You could say I've had better days. Just today I've been kidnapped, beaten, and now kissed by a random guy. But the last one is what made me sink my fangs into his lip.

He immediately pulled back holding his lip in pain.

"What the hell was that for?!" He yelled in pain. I finally had a view of his face. He had grey hair, he looked to be around 50 so my own age. I look 20 but I'm really 50. It's because of a malfunction in the drum I had. Anyway...

He had a hard jaw. But his eyes...

The same green ones I haven been thinking about every day for 30 years. My eyes widened when I realized.

This man is Nathan.

"Nathan?..." My voice was barely above a whisper. He nodded and unchained me when I pulled at the chains.

I threw myself into his arms and kisses him like it was the last day with him.

Of course it looks like a 50 year old man kissing a 20 year old girl but I didn't mind. I'm as old as him. Just 3 years younger.

A few minutes passed and we were still kissing. Afraid that if we stopped then we would wake up and think this was a dream. A dream that we didn't want to stop.

Ever.

A/N!!!
Hey guys!! We'll here's a sucky chapter!! We'll I'm not really sure where I'm headed after this chapter so if you guys can comment ideas that would be awesome!! Vote, comment and follow for more RvB books that are better than this one I promise. Probably. We'll love y'all!!
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