A Collection of Imagines

Nick

Zombie and Ares

"How about no." I huff out as I walk through the training room. He follows closely behind me with the same aggressive footsteps. I try to lose him by walking past various instructors who are intently watching same sex fights in the martial arts rings. God, this guy is getting on my nerves.

"Come on, Ares. I need you in my squad. You're one of the best fighters here." It's true. Not to mention it shows. I look down to get a last glance at her covered ass that seems the material of her leggings can't hold it in any longer. I bite down on my bottom lip, but quickly let go of it when she spins around to look at me.

"You have Ringer. What more man power do you need? Correction: woman power. How much woman power do you need?" I spin around a few seconds after he called me by my alias. Ares, god of war. How fitting. I never told anyone my real name since I got to the base, but neither has Zombie here. I was told he was given that name. He was forced a name, I chose one. That's the difference between him and I. I have to remember that. His eyes scan my face, trying to find some sort of hope. I roll my eyes.

"Ringer can teach my men how to shoot. You can teach them how to fight." I press further. I really need her to help my squad, but I also want to see her again. Not just for training, if you catch my drift. "Besides, I know that they would pay very good attention to you. You know for damn sure I can't keep my eyes off of you."

"No." I turn back around and pick up my pace towards the exit of the large training room. A prominent blush growing on my face. I hate it that he gets me this way, no matter what the fuck he does.

She turns from me and heads straight to the door. An idea pops into my head. "Okay, how about this." She stops in the doorway. "Fight me." She whips her head back to me.

"What?" I'm intrigued. Go on, Zombie boy.

"You fight me. You win and I'll stop bothering you. I win and you join my squad." She furrows her eyes in confusion, but when she takes a deep breath I know that I'm in the clear.

I inhale slowly. Well, here's a plus side. I can beat his ass in front of all the other trainees and completely humiliate him. And I could feel whatever is underneath that uniform. I let go of my breath. "Fine." I walk past him, making sure to bump into his shoulder with mine as I go. I hear him chuckle under his breath at the altercation.

She walks towards one of the open rings and climbs under the ropes. One of the other instructors sees me walk up to it as well. He places his hand roughly on my shoulder.

"Hey, you're not authorized."

"It's okay, Greg. I am."

"No fighters of the opposite sex should be fighting at this moment."

"I can handle myself. Surely with this asshole."

He sighs and shakes his head.

"Fine, but don't come crying to me when you can't see straight."

"Did you hear that, Zombie?"

She smiles wickedly and I shake my head. God, this one is a savage. I climb into the ring as I spot her taking off her shoes. I bend down to untie my boots, I hear her whistle.

"Nice view."

I turn around to find her staring directly at my ass. Touche, Ares. Or whatever your real name is.

He bends down to take off his boots again and I take this as an opportunity to roll up my sleeves and do a few stretches. Something shifts beside me and I look to find that a few people have surrounded the ring to watch the fight. I would like to think it's because the fight is between a man and a woman, but I know deep down that it's because it's between Zombie and Ares. Two famed squad leaders. He's famous for having a weak squad and I'm famous for being a second in command for a stronger one. This could be great for my reputation here.