#guillodead

“Suit up? How can I get geared up when I am dealing with this lighting disaster?” Major let out a frustrated huff as he somberly looked down at his phone as he scrolled through pictures of himself. He might have passed on some of his ration of brain tubes to of of his new team members for their families but Liv hadn’t let him starve. Unfortunately it wasn’t the manliest of brains for a mercenary. Looking more and more distressed, Major finally came closer to his boss to show him his shirtless selfies. “I look like ass in all of these. No. Worse. I look disgusting. These are depressing me soooo much right now. I can’t even.”

“You are absolutely incorrigible and you’re going to make me late for potions class!”

“So, who did you punch out this time and how much trouble did you get into with Picquery?”

Of course he did. *slow claps* Way to lose your V-Card at Hogwarts, Chase.

THEY MOST DEFINITELY DID….A LOT

“What --- How do you know I already haven’t? It’s not like we plaster it on our foreheads, now is it?”

The hand came out of nowhere, causing Major to jump slightly and close his eyes but otherwise he kept still. Standing with his hands behind his back which he kept straight. Turning his head slightly to face Graves as the man walked past him and stopped in front of him, Major nodded. “Thank you, sir. Think I needed that,” he said tersely. It was as close to getting snippy with Chase he was going to get today. He fought off the desire to reach up and rub at the back of his head. “We’ll get the brain shipment back, I’ll see to it personally.”

“ . . . ” Oh shit. “You saw nothing. Nothing happened. Wow. You’re my boss. Nothing more. I am a strictly professional guy. Promise. Don’t listen to the watercooler gossip.”