Hold Me Close (Spec Ops Guy/Tank x Reader)

Chapter 11

It was a bit past lunch time, and the pigs had given the prisoners their lounge time, meaning they could spend time in their cells, go into the courtyard, or hang in the cafeteria. "I hate it here," you glumly said as you sighed, leaning onto Tank's shoulder as he rubbed circles in your palm. "Mm, but we have to serve our time here. I don't think we'll be bailed out." You looked up at his olive eyes and felt your stomach fill with butterflies. Those were the same eyes you'd fallen in love with when he had rescued you/ You didn't want to admit it, but you'd already fallen for him. Had he fallen for you, like you had with him? He wasn't all too in the moment to speak much, considering he didn't have anyone to talk to in his cell. Not to mention, every time you'd interacted with him, the moment had either been brief, or was sexual. However, you two had had sex twice, and he wasn't complaining about you laying his head on your shoulder. Scales looked over at you and noticed you were deep in thought, before she threw a piece of gum, which hit your face. "H-huh?" You snapped out of your train of thought and flinched, before looking at the wrapped gum that had fallen on the bench. You picked it up and unwrapped it, popping it in your mouth.

Scales eyed you, muttering, "You looked a bit tense, doll, so I gave you something to distract you. It's blueberry flavored." True to her word, the flavor was indeed blueberry, and the flavor seemed to pop inside of your mouth. "Mmm! Not bad," you gave her a thumbs up, and she nodded, blowing some hair out of her face. Tank was watching the exchange between the two of you, and played with his hair, before Riot and Chief plopped themselves at the table. Riot did a small hand gesture to say hey, whilst Chief piped, "Hey guys!" "Hey, it's been a bit since we've seen you two. You haven't, er, had sex, right?" Scales asked, making Chief choke on air. "W-what?! N-no! We're brothers! Besides, I'm straight and advocate for lesbian rights! Riot's just, er, his own thing," He replied, noticing Riot glare at Scales. "A-anyway, we were just talking with the protesters we were locked up with from last night, and they met some dude who could help us escape! We've just got to trade with a bunch of people to get his lighter," he continued. Tank's head perked up, and he removed his hand from yours, making you yearn for his touch.

"Well, what do we have to do?" He asked curiously, playing with his hands. "Riot went asking around, and turns out we've got to find some lousy scumbag's gum, or at least give him a substitute." Everyone's heads turned to look at Scales, who didn't notice at first, until she looked up at Chief, waiting for him to continue. "Pffft, why can't we find him his gum? I've only got like, six pieces left," she retorted, looking in her bra to count. "You keep them in there?" Tank asked with a disgusted face, and Scales nodded. "Works for me," she shrugged, and Chief shuddered. "Just give me the damn gum, that way we can start our escape plan," Riot mumbled.