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

Chapter 17

//; only one chapter tonight, sorry dudes ): also, it's my birthday today! june 12 c:

Tank felt stupid with his pigtails as Riot was sending him a deathly stare, before you broke the silence. "We, uh, we went to get some food," you muttered, making the dark-skinned male look at you instead. "Is that so? Because it's four in the morning. Four. FOUR. The prison was set on fire close to one. We couldn't even find you when you two left!" He huffed as he put his face in his hand, making his tinted sunglasses slide up. He was clearly stressed, and you wanted to help, so you dug out one of the wrapped up subs and held it out for him. "Here. We got something for you to eat, too," Tank finally spoke up, and Riot looked up with a confused expression. "Thanks, but I don't think I'll be able to go to my house and check up on it. The damn strawberries.." he muttered, taking the sub and shaking his head. Tank pulled you into his room and shut the door, before hugging you tightly. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," he repeated as you inhaled his scent, which consisted of smoke and vanilla. "For what?" "For such an amazing night! We spent all night singing, kissing, you putting my hair in ponytails, everything! God, being with you is just a blessing!"

Your cheeks heated up in response and you murmured a shy thank you. Who knew that you, someone confident, would be shy now? Everything about this man made you fall hard, but the way he's been treating you recently just made you fall harder. He picked you up and placed you gently on the bed, before handing you your sub. "Eat up, and I can find a channel to watch something on." You nodded as you unwrapped your sandwich, starting to eat. "Ah, here we go! Look, the Titanic's playing!" Tank turned to look at you, but you were asleep and snoring slightly, with your mouth open slightly. He chuckled and pulled a string of loose hair behind his ear, before pecking your forehead slightly. He turned the tv off and took the unfinished sub out of your hands, taking a bite before wrapping it back up and placing it on the nightstand. He placed you under the covers, before turning the lights off and hugging you, making you smile.

Morning came around, and you woke up to a sleeping Tank beside you, his chest rising and falling. You chuckled, before noticing how close he was holding you. You tried getting out of his grip, before he frowned, hugging you tighter than before. You swore you could've heard him say something, but you dismissed it and started braiding his hair. "Mm, stop," he whined, waking up fully now. You huffed, before Tank kissed you gently, murmuring words of endearment. "Get up, you lazy ass," he finally said, and you playfully shot him a dirty look. "No, my sleep is more important, my bean," you retorted, before you sat up, stretching. "Alright, well, if I'm getting up, you are too, loser." "Hey!"