When We Were Mercs (Jake Muller x Reader)

When We Were Mercs (Jake Muller x reader) Pt10.

After a few calls to Alex and a few calls HE made, we headed for the roof. The chopper was there within a half hour. Alex jumped into the pilot's seat, and as soon as we were strapped in, we were on our way.

(Y/N): "You're SURE you know where the base is? We're bettin' everything we've got on this."

Jake: "Trust me."
That was the problem. I wanted to, but I still refused to let myself. I shook my head out of my thoughts.
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I'm not sure HOW LONG we were in the air, but I manged to fall asleep. The undercover plan was off the table now, and a straight ambush was the new approach. When I woke up, I was leaning on Jake's left shoulder. He fell asleep too, his head on mine. Me waking up is what woke him up.

Jake: "Alex....Ugh, Alex, how close are we?"

Alex: "Pretty close by the look of you two."

Jake: "Cut the bull AJ, you know what I mean."
Alex rolled his eyes, I was waking up a little more and so was Jake.

Alex: "10 minutes out. Geez, you're no fun anymore, Muller."

(Y/N): "AJ?"

Alex: "Alex Jordan. But this one always insists on calling me AJ."
I giggled a bit.

Jake and Alex went back a few years, but I'll get to that later. Jake stretched his arms out and yawned. When he brought his hand back down, it dropped right on top of mine. I ignored it for a while and just looked outside. Until I felt his hand wrap around mine, holding it. As stupid as it sounds, I panicked a bit and pulled my hand away and into my lap.

Jake: "Whoa, you alright there?"

(Y/N): "Yeah, I, uh....I'm fine."

Jake: "You sure?"

(Y/N): "Positive. Thanks for asking."
I flashed a quick smile, not in the least bit convincing. If I let myself feel any kind of comfort or safety with him, I saw it as getting weak. The was nothing but awkward silence the rest of the time.

Alex: "Aright, we're approaching the drop-point. Here."
He tossed back what looked like 2 backpacks. Jake picked one up and handed me the other.

(Y/N): "Jake....Jake, I am NOT about to jump out of this thing. I'm crazy, but not THAT crazy."
Jake strapped his parachute on and went to the open side of the chopper, a sniper rifle on his back.

Jake: "Strap-up! If you wanna catch this deal, you don't have a choice."
I honestly wanted to back out then and there. But I knew he was right.

(Y/N): "OK, maybe I AM that crazy."
I slid on the 'chute and buckled it, walking over to where Jake was. I had to yell even louder now, at the opening.

(Y/N): "Alright, so whats our landing point?"
He pointed to a river that look at least 5 miles up.

Jake: "Right there. We land in the water, track our way back from there. The base, from what I remember, has a helipad on the roof, Alex can pick us up from there. You ready for this. (Y/N)?"
NO!

(Y/N): "As much as I CAN be! And hey, what happened to rookie?"
I smiled and nudged his shoulder with mine. He looked away from me. I would swear I saw his cheeks get a little darker. He grabbed my hand, I wanted to pull away but I knew what he was doing. Time-jump.

Jake: "On my count, I'll jump and pull you with me. Got it?"

(Y/N): "Got it."
We both got in position to jump.

Jake: "ONE....TWO.........THREE!!"
I gripped his hand so tight and pushed off the floor of the chopper. In a weird way, I like I was gonna die and more alive then I've felt in years.

Jake: "PULL THE CHUTE!"
I yanked the cord hard and so did he. Green and brown camouflaged parachutes shot out of the packs. I let go of his hand, honestly not wanting to, and held on to the cords attaching me to the chute. I did as best I could to aim towards the river.