Smosh Oneshots

Partners

This heavily references to the Killing Floor 2 game. If you don't know what that is, I'll give you one clue: zombies! 

Also, this is Wesari. Gosh darn it, I can't stop writing Wes X Blank fanfics! What can I say, I adore that guy.

Also, also, this is a loooong one. 5000 words, approximately. Enjoy.

I watched Wes as he organised himself: counting his bullets, adjusting his helmet, stretching his large limbs with a neutral face. Our assignment was an easy one, and my expectations were low, hence why we were the only two assigned for the mission. Still, we had to prepare adequately, despite the only trouble being a few waves of weak ZEDs in the Horzine Pharmaceuticals biotics lab. The dominant types we picked up on our scanners were Cysts and Alpha Clots; they were easy kills, a single headshot does the trick most of the time.

Our assignment leader, Ian Hecox, approached us. Most likely with a motivational speech that he brought us before every mission.

"Alright, you guys got this. One bullet to the head is all you need. We got our speed," he said referring to me, "and our brawn," implying Wes. "Although, no brains between either of you. Which actually is a good thing when dealing with ZEDs." He smirked at his joke and I chuckled lightly. Wes just kept looking at him.

"Asshole." I replied.

"Go get 'em, guys."

We both nodded and jogged to the drop-off helicopter. We sat in silence in flight, and I kept staring at my teammate with my gloved hands clasped in front of me. Our visors were tinted black so I could barely see his eyes, which were staring down, flickering side to side. He was probably evaluating every situation that was playing out in his head. Wes did that sometimes, he would assume the worst and make a plan to either beat it or escape it. I sometimes think he's too analytical but it's most likely why he's one of our best recruits.

"Hey, Mari?" He called with a timid voice, pulling me out of my thoughts. I looked up at him, from where my gaze had shifted to the floor during my reflection. His hands were rubbing together, an anxious habit he gathered. He must be nervous for something. Normally, I'd mock him for being scared or question why the great Wesley Johnson was so afraid, but I found any sarcastic words dying on my lips.

"Yeah, Wes? Everything okay?" I eventually replied, giving him my full attention and sincerity.

"Yeah. Uh... do you..." He hesitated, but I kept staring and smiled to myself. He was cute when he wasn't being totally serious, which was a rarity. Ever since this all started, he barely smiled. I cherished the few moments where I would manage to make him laugh. I missed it. "Do you maybe wanna hang out? After the mission?"

I smiled at him, suddenly feeling excited at the thought of relaxing with my old friend again. "And where exactly would we hang out? I'm sure they have a McDonalds somewhere." I quipped. He let out a high-pitched giggle and I experienced a blooming sensation in my chest.

"We can hang out in my dorm." He suggested hopefully.

"It's boys only, Wes." I raised an eyebrow, even though he probably couldn't see it.

"Yeah, you're basically a boy." He stated as though it were obvious.

"You're a douche." I glared at Wes and he laughed again. "How about you come hang out in my dorm instead? Since you're more girly than me." We laughed and he reached over to shove my shoulder playfully.

"You're a dick."

The gravelly voice of our pilot interrupted the banter we were sharing. "Okay, guys, we're over the location." That was our cue. We stood and grabbed a rope each, attaching the metal hook to our belts so we were fastened to the aircraft. The door opened and the grand building stood proudly below us. Light blue neon lights flickered on the front of the building in the shape of a large 'H', the logo of Horzine Biotech.