Red Vs Blue Reader Inserts [COMPLETE]

33. Seeing Red (Red team)

Words: 538

Characters: Grif, Simmons, Sarge, Donut and Lopez

Romantic: No

All you could see was red. And, not even the metaphorical red bullshit, all you could literally see was red.

"Grif you fucking idiot! YOU GOT THE WRONG BLUE! Sarge is going to be so angry." Wait no, now you were both metaphorically and literally seeing red. If you weren't tied to the chair, you were pretty sure the walls would be covered in red.

"And? He told me to get one of the blues, I got a blue."

"Yeah, but this one is a..." Simmons glanced at you and when he saw that you were staring directly at you, he looked away quickly. "You know how Sarge is around...them!"

"Dude, that's fucking weak. Just say fucking girl!"

"It doesn't matter either way!" Simmons seemed to be trying to whisper but anyone could tell that wasn't working.

"What are we supposed to do?"

"Return her! We return her and take another blue."

"You can't fucking do that!" Grif shouted, obviously confused and angered.

"Well, we have to do something before Sarge finds out."

"Before I find out what?" Simmons stood attention the second he realised Sarge had arrived. This made Grif sigh heavily, cringe and roll his eyes.

"Sir! Grif here got the wrong prisoner."

"Grrriiif." Sarge looked at you, looking for an answer, which cause the other two to look at you.

"You're all fucking idiots." You said.

"Grif! Of all the dirty blues, you got the defenceless little lady!"

"Huh? Defenceless? Little? Man, and I thought my team was fucking stupid!" You were going to lose it and, that only increased when they ignored you.

"Well, what are we going to do?"

"Sir, I recommend that we return her back to base and trade her with another blue!"

"You can't fucking trade prisoners! THAT'S NOT HOW KIDNAPPING WORKS!"

"Great idea Simmons! Grif, why aren't you more like him?" Grif groaned in his helmet.

"Because Simmons is a massive kiss ass." You could see Simmons was going to talk, but you choice to just ignore them now. If you didn't, you know you'd have gotten angrier.

Ten minutes passed, and they were still arguing. You were extremely close to breaking but, when you saw pink armour, you were so happy.

"Donut!" Your desperate voice caught only the attention of Donut and a man in brownish armour.

"Oh hey (L/N)! What are you doing here?" He was smiling and you could feel the positivity radiating off him.

"You know, the usual! Getting kidnapped, etc. etc." You said that light heartily but Donut could taste the toxicity in your words.

"That's cool! Lopez and I were just jerking our sticks in the Warthog! Boy that was fun!"

"Idiota, no hacer que suene tan sexual (Idiot, don't make it so sexual)."

"What did his say?" You asked.

"" That does not sound stupid sex."" Oh, that was weird.

"Cool. So...how long do you think they'll be?" You were honestly intrigued.

"Estos idiotas suelen tener tres horas (These idiots usually take three hours)."

"Lopez said roughly three hours." If you could, you would've nodded. "Since we're going to be here for so long, want me to finish your nails."

"Hm...sure. Could I get it in a pink?"

"You mean lightish red?