“Mm, right, the plan,” Fives replies solemnly, “What step are we on?”
“Twenty-three, but we’d be on twenty-four if you got your ass out of bed to go cause chaos like a good trooper,” Echo shoots back, his wit infuriatingly intact even before 0600.
Echo punctuates his words with a kiss to Fives’ sternum, so Fives decides to withhold his retort. For now.
“Alright, alright,” Fives grumbles.
or
Fives thinks he might be the strongest soldier in the GAR. Not for any military achievements or accolades, and not even because he wears two prestigious pauldrons and a kama, but because he has to untangle himself from Echo in the early morning.
He'll steal just one more moment, first. The galaxy can wait.