#grypto

Bloodhound, Gibraltar, and himself were on a squad. Calculations were already being made in his head as he figured out what their team would consist of. Bloodhound knew how to take down their prey and were one- if not THE Apex predator. Their only downfall was their need to outdo their partner. A quick glance across the way to see Mirage with his own squad blowing Bloodhound a big kiss almost makes him roll his eyes. Almost.

Makoa was strong, could carry Crypto in his arms like dead weight- he's sure he could carry Pathfinder without breaking a sweat either. The man was full of humbleness and preferred to stay communicated throughout the whole match, making sure to carry extra syringes and shield cells just in case for his teammates.  

Crypto catches his own eyes sweeping over Makoa carefully, quietly as the man smiles big and wide, inclining his head down to Bloodhound to spark conversation. “Ey, you and Mirage, huh? Ya gonna blow him one back?” A playful nudge is offered to Bloodhound’s side by Makoa, the hunter standing with their arms crossed and mask unreadable as they offer a low chuckle almost bashfully.

When they instead raise an arm and watch Mirage’s eyes light up in delight, they slice their hand across their throat and relish in the way his face drops into a big pout.

The way Makoa begins to grin now, eyes forming slits and throwing his head back in a full body laugh as his hands rest on his stomach from the effort, it does something to Crypto.

From the outside, Crypto can only be seen staring, lips parted and eyes searching all through Makoa’s face. His visor provides a small amount of protection from any other squads being able to see, but even Bloodhound who had glanced at their hacker companion could see his tanned flesh flushing.

But, from the inside? Crypto feels this warmth bubbling in his chest, as if seeing a cute puppy for the first time. His heart increases its pacing, his mind reeling with every possibility of how he could EVER get Makoa to laugh that way again. Or at him for that matter. Or on a date, sitting across from one another with Makoa in a dashing outfit- perhaps a ridiculous Hawaiian shirt he was so fond of wearing. Maybe he could make him laugh again if he could ju-

As soon as Makoa’s head turns, Crypto whips his head right back down to focus on his drone’s controller as if fine tuning it. His cheeks burn all the way to his ears, trying to tilt his head ever so slightly away from where he can feel the curious look of Makoa and the pointed stare of Bloodhound.

“You alright, brotha? Lookin a lil warm there!” Makoa speaks good naturedly, resting his hand on Crypto’s shoulder as an act of soothing him or asking if he’s alright.

From the outside? He nods, cool as ever and offers a hum that he’s alright. Nothing to it, easy as could be.