Red vs Blue Short Stories/OneShots

Purpose 2 (Grif x Depressed! Reader)

Part 2 requested by Mackncheeze12. Hope y'all enjoy!

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Its been months since Grif confessed to you after you tried isolate yourself. You were dealing with Agent Washington, Caboose, and Church after being picked up from your new base. Just because you were there when the Omega A.I didn't mean you wanted to be reminded of it.

When the A.I was traveling around everyone's radios, when it was in yours, you froze. The Omega A.I used your depressing past to take control for a good 10 minutes before Tex knocked you out cold. You woke to Grif at your side and the noise of heavy shots fired.

"Private L/n, pay attention. You're going to take the right with me and the other two will flank left." Wash says. "I think Y/n is having bad memories." Caboose says. You shook your head but you knew that you couldn't hide it.

"Bad memories? Like with the Omega A.I?" Wash asked. Church shook his head. "What Caboose meant to say is that Y/n here doesn't want to remember their depression. The only person who helped them was Grif on the Red team. I still don't understand why you picked them up when you mostly got Blue team members." Church says.

"Because L/n has a better record than the rest of you. And because they're better with a sniper rifle." Wash says. Delta appears and you shrink away from him. "I suggest we continue this later after apprehending the Meta." He says.

"Delta's right. Start heading left and wait until I give you the signal. L/n, you're with me." Wash says. You silently nodded but also wished you could see Grif.

After the failed attempt at getting the Meta, you all went somewhere else only to hear familiar music. The yelling of three men in a warthog slightly made you happy because you saw your orange armored boy. "Grif!" You shouted.

Trying to run to help your teammates, Wash held you back. "If you go out there, you might draw the Meta's attention to our hiding place. I'm sure your friends can get out on their own." He says.

You glared at Wash through your helmet but he didn't get the memo that you didn't care. You just wanted Grif so you could spill your depressed thoughts to him. He understood. He cared. He gave you a purpose.

You started running with Wash and Church yelling your name. "Grif!" You shouted again. The orange soldier turned around surprised. "Y/n? What are you doing here?" He asked.

You stopped short when the warthog blew up. Sarge and Simmons tried running for cover while Grif was walking towards you.

"I can't believe its really you. Why are you here?" He asked again. "Agent Washington took me from my new team just to attack a Freelancer problem. Remember when I blacked out back in the canyon?" You asked.

"Of course. O'Malley took control of you and- oh. This is about him, isn't it?" Grif asked realizing. "Not exactly…" You started but Wash's yell caught your attention.

"Private L/n, get out of there before the Meta tries to attack you!" He says.

Grif cocked his head in confusion and turned to you. "Meta?" He asked. Before you could answer, a crate was thrown and heading straight for you two. Grif immediately pushes you out of the way. He dodged it but a huge gap was between you two.

Looking towards a soldier with red armor but a rounded helmet, you realized that was the Meta. Every time the Meta threw something at you, you shot bullets at it or threw a grenade so it didn't hit you. Grif on the other hand was somehow fine but screaming as he dodged.

When you finally got back to Grif's side, you made a beeline to hide. After the Meta lost interest in the two of you, time seemed to slow down as you started telling Grif what's happened since they were separated. Grif listened and once you had finished, he gave you a hug.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there to prevent this. Hell, that Freelancer guy should've realized how unstable you were with certain things." He says. You snuggled close to his body and leaned your head onto his shoulder.

Thinking about when you first did this, it was back in the canyon. You didn't care about your depressed thoughts when Grif was there to share the burden. Its your orange soldier who came to you. He cares about you more than anyone else in the universe.

Even after being scolded by Wash for the reckless behavior, you and Grif just shrugged it off and caught up with each other. You were transferred out to a new Red base where everything was depressing and you were slowly succumbing back into your previous mindset before you had gotten close with Grif in Blood Gulch.

When Agent Washington had taken you from your new base, you were happy to leave the damn place. But back to the present, you felt better now that you had your emotional support next to you.

The two of you even watched as Wash went to take a call and Simmons was told to distract him so Church could get inside of Caboose's head. You still didn't like seeing his ghostly form but you just shrugged. "Not my problem if he gets caught." You whispered to Grif silently chuckling.

Grif nods and the two of you find a quiet, shady spot away from the others and chill. The air seemed breathable so you both took your helmets off, sighing in relief.

"Finally we can rest. It sucks being the Sargent of a team but its also fun bossing Simmons around." Grif says. You leaned your head onto his shoulder again and smiled. "I'm just happy you're here. I thought I was going to mentally die when an episode of my past flashed before me when Washington mentioned that A.I Tex had." You said. "Should we check and see if they got caught already?" You asked after 5 minutes of silence. Locking gazes, both of you knew what the other was thinking.

"Nah."