hello.

Which usually isn't a problem, he can stumble through conversations well enough so long as he doesn't get distracted staring at your hands patching someone up. Gaz has made sure to keep his crush tightly contained, no need to humiliate himself with that.

That of course, all goes out the window when he's shot twice in the stomach. Blood loss and adrenaline have the sergeant fully convinced he will be dead before you manage to save him.

Might as well confess, right?

"Love, i– i need to tell you something–" he mumbles, trying to grab your arm but being swiftly held down so he doesn't get in the way. "I always liked you. Really liked you."

For a split second, like a fucking amateur, you freeze.

Gaz doesn't notice, already rambling further "you're perfect, yknow? Christ– nights I've spent thinnking about thos' hands of yours. Wanna feel them wi'out gloves–"

"You're losing blood, sergeant." You mumble quieter than you would, trying to rationalize his behavior as nothing more than momentary delusions.

"M no' lying—" gaz huffs, head tossed back but still lucid enough to catch your implication. Not lucid enough to stop himself when he says "can't fuckin' get off to normal shite anymore. All medical porn, innit? thinkin' about you, sometimes just imaginations enough—"

"Sergeant." You warn mildly, pressing at his wound just that bit harder. Retribution for your burning face.

"Mghh! Fuck— keep doing that, love. Need my last breath to be under your hands—" gaz groans, truly having lost it now because you can see the way his cock twitches in his trousers. "Press a little harder, please—"

Ah. The drugs worked.

Gaz goes limp under you, and quietly you thank whatever above that you were the only ones to hear that. Face burning, you finish patching him up to drag to emergency evac.

Makes it even more complicated

I think Cliff is almost drawn to Eugene in a reverent way, he wants Eugene to love him, he wants to be good, he wants to be like him. However. He also wants to drag him down to his level.

Eugene can see that Cliff won't try as hard to change if it's not for him, so he accepts Cliff's help. He knows its dangerous to be in such close quarters, but thinks he can make it work!

They've worked with you before on the field, gaz personally scouted you after a week-long op. Brilliant in combat, a deadly force. By all means, you should blend with the team.

Except...you don't, not really.

You're social, yes, but you seem to stutter around group meals. Something the team uses as a crutch for low-stakes bonding.

Gaz is the one to notice it first, how you always pick at your plate before eating it, as if trying to convince yourself to do so. You'll eat the meat after a moment, but the rest goes largely ignored.

So you're picky, that's no big deal as long as you're eating. Or, at least it isn't until Kyle and ghost step out for a smoke one night and find you rummaging through the trash.

You pop up with a bit of turkey from two days ago in your mouth, and stare them straight in the eyes before swallowing the rest of it, ruffling your feathers casually. "Evening."

"Sergeant. What the fuck." Gaz grimaces, stomach churning at even the thought of that taste. More than that, worried sick about what the hell drove you to eat that "are you okay?"

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" You very carefully try to remain casual.

"You. You just wait rotting meat. From the trash!" Gaz waves a hand between you and the dumpster "is the food here not adequate? Do you need substitutes? Special vitamins? What's wrong—"

"Better flavor, innit?" Ghost interrupts, lighting up a smoke and eyeing you almost jealously.

Gaz mentally notes to never let you or ghost to your devices on solo missions. Who knows what you freaks would do with a corpse.

"No. Absolutely not." He pinches the bridge of his nose, lip curled in irritation, before looking at you "if you want old meat, toss some in a container and keep it in your room or something, I don't care. Stop eating from the damn trash. can't have you choking on glass."

Ghost scoffs next to him, no doubt already planning to bully gaz for his "natural leadership" later tonight.

You're still a bit shocked it was...that easy.

No excessive groans of disgust. No demands to eat normally. Just, a safer alternative. Huh.

this post took way longer than I expected, but also way too short..

So first of all, your arms tend to be covered in the stuff, leaving marks on them from all the beads. Griefer actually at first thought it was cool, until realizing it came from something u loved most.

if your anything like me, Kandi is a coping mechanism for when I’m upset or bored, so I make a ton of kandi. You most likely make a single after every single fight , designed after the enemies you got thru in their memory.

Griefer loves the patterns and colors, but would never tell you unless you guys started dating. He’d probably ask if he could make a matching cuff with you.

taken aback after you give him Kandi. He’s not sure why, but it made him feel a little less useless on the earth.

refuses to let you wear too many cuffs, as they make your arms heavier and more tiring to lift.

I drew this just for fun

Two green people