Hi! This is my first PoM romance story on here so far, so, no flames please, as I toast marshmallows on them.
It might get a bit confusing in later chapters, as there is quite a lot of heartbreak in this, but hey, I warned you...
Peace out~ Officially Skipper xx
(Skipper's POV)
"Kowalski, options!" I commanded my options guy as I paced the cold stone floor of the HQ. It had been 65 minutes after lights out and Private was nowhere to be seen, so I was worried sick.
"Well, Skipper, we could either send out another search party, or we could just wait for him to return," Kowalski answered, doodling plans for each option down on his clipboard, after a moment of thought.
Being the usual psychopath he is, Rico regurgitated a stick of dynamite, pointing to it eagerly. I face flippered. "No, Rico, we don't use weapons unless absolutely necessary," earning a groan from him. "And K'walski, we can't 'just wait'! The Private could be in trouble! But some of us should stay at HQ, in case he returns, or if an enemy agent such as Blowhole happens to launch an attack... Rico! I need you, Steph, Destiny, Hazel and Mia to search for him, and me and Kowalski will plan out further plans in case the mission fails, or if he returns. You got that?"
"Yes Skippah!" They both chorused, saluting. Rico set off to get the others, leaving me and Kowalski alone...