First fanfic.
Everything belongs to the imagination of Rooster Teeth and the designers of Halo.
Red vs. Blue
Retribution of Romance
"Man, I am so fuckin' lost," Grif said as he pulled off his helmet to better survey his surroundings. The giant cavern underneath the bases was as dark and daunting as Grif had remembered. For the thousandth time he wondered why he even contemplated going into the caves in the first place. Grif had been trying to find a secluded spot to smoke when he had heard Simmons looking for him. Not wanting to get caught and accused of damaging Simmons lungs, Grif had dashed into the caves. Grif sighed. He would have probably been better off getting a lecture from Simmons. Now he was lost and was most likely going to be mauled by killer bats, though he had yet to see any.
Grif heard a sound that made him freeze and tighten his grip on his handgun. He didn't think that anyone else would be down in the caverns. Sarge wouldn't probably even send a search party out when it was discovered that his fellow comrade was missing. Grif knew without a doubt that Sarge would be all too happy to think that his annoying orange soldier was dead, and Grif had a feeling that Simmons would feel the same way. Grif had also noticed that his radio didn't seem to be working. Simmons didn't try to call him on it, and whenever Grif tried to get through to someone, there was only silence. With his helmet dangling from one hand and his gun clenched in the other, the orange soldier continued to walk through the dimly lit caverns. He found a tunnel and followed it until it split into two paths.
"Dammit," Grif decided to take the path to the right. The tunnel opened into a larger area, the wall of the cave slanted up to his left. Gravel and dust covered the ground. There was a cry of surprise and Grif looked up to see an object barreling towards him down the slope. Before Grif could react, the bundle hit him and caused the orange soldier to topple over. Something landed on top of him and knocked the air from his lungs.
Becky tried to sit up to see what she had landed on, and she noticed that her green helmet must have fallen off when she had lost her footing and slid down the cliff. Her short blonde hair fell into her eyes as she looked down at a slightly confused man with incredibly dark eyes and brown hair. Becky gasped as she scrambled off the person. When she got her feet under her she immediately started looking for her helmet and found it a few feet away slightly covered with dust and gravel. Becky walked over and scooped it up. She dumped the dust out, but didn't put it back on until she could properly clean it. She turned back to find the orange armored man still lying on the ground, but he was propped up on his elbows and looking at her strangely.
"What?" Becky said in exasperation when he didn't say anything.
After another moment he finally answered, "You're a girl."
Now it was Becky's turn to look at him strangely, "Ya, and you're a boy."
He grinned at her response and Becky didn't expect it to be so disarming. Not knowing what he meant by his expression, she simply scowled at him. Becky knew all too well that what she had said was a lie, it was clear that the intimidating person that she had knocked over was a man.
Still grinning, he said "Aren't you gonna help me up?"
Becky rolled her eyes, "Are you injured?"
The man looked confused by the question, "No."
"Then you can get up by yourself." Becky said as she started looking for her supplies that she dropped in the fall.
"You don't have to be rude you know. After all, you're the one that knocked me over in the first place." He said as he got up and dusted himself off.
"Sorry about that, I lost my footing and didn't expect the gravel to cause me to slide." She said as she found her bag embedded on the side of the slope. She reached up and leaned over to pull it out of the rubble, but it was just out of her reach. Suddenly an orange clad hand reached above her and plucked the bag from the debris. Still leaning against the slope, Becky turned to see the orange soldier leaning over her, one hand braced next to her on the slope, the other holding out her bag. After a second he pushed away from the slope and allowed her to do the same. She had felt heat rising in her cheeks, but luckily the soldier didn't seem to notice as the redness faded from her face.
He held out the bag in front of him and reached for the zipper, "What's in here?"
Becky snatched it from him before he could open it. She sat the bag on the ground, and opened it to look inside. She sighed in relief to find that her equipment hadn't broken in the fall. She started pulling stuff out when the soldier peered over her shoulder.
"Is that a camera?" He asked as she started setting her equipment on the ground next to her. He bent down and picked the camera up only to have Becky slide it from his hand as though it were a precious child.
"Yes, and don't touch." She said as she kneeled down again and began to strategically put back her equipment.
"Why do you have all that stuff?"
Becky sighed, "I'm a photo journalist."
The soldier continued to lean over her, "Would I have heard your name anywhere?"
"It's Becky Thomsan."
Immediately, the soldier straightened, "Rebecca Thomsan?"
Becky looked up at the soldier. She didn't think he would really recognize her name. It wasn't like she was known throughout the galaxy or anything. "Yes, how did you know?"
"I think you know my mother." He said his voice strangely blank and his features somewhat hardened. Becky hadn't expected the change in expression, and she wasn't sure that she liked this stern side of him.
"What's your name?" She asked as she rose from the ground.
"Dexter Grif."
Becky couldn't have been more shocked, nor could she prevent herself from looking at him thoroughly as though she had missed something about his person. Becky remembered Mrs. Grif, and her son looked nothing like her. Becky had been doing brief interviews with members of a traveling circus, and Mrs. Grif had been the fat bearded lady of the entertainment. She remembered how the woman mentioned that she had a son and daughter whom she had left in order to follow her dream of becoming famous. Becky didn't know a whole lot about parenting, but abandoning your children just so that you could be accepted in the world didn't seem like the best decision to her. Something about the situation nagged at the back of Becky's mind, but she simply pushed it away.
"I remember your mother." Becky said, not knowing what else to say.
Grif snorted, "She's kind of hard to forget."
Suddenly, Becky realized what was bothering her, "Wait a minute, that was hundreds of years ago, how could you be alive now?"
Grif was just as equally surprised, "I could ask you the same thing."
"I traveled into the future not too long ago using light speed. I was sent to report on the remains of a great explosion that caused a rip in the pattern of time. When I was sent to the future, I reported to the government and my file was brought up saying that I had gone missing. I told them my story and the next thing that I know they have me stationed out here at Blood Gulch."
Grif avoided the reporter's eyes, "I got here through the explosion."
"What!" If Becky wasn't careful, she was going to have a heart attack, "You caused the explosion?"
"Not me exactly, our commander Sarge ended up building a bomb into Church's body, and the explosion threw all of us into the future." Becky gave him a blank look, "It's a long story."
"I bet," Becky said as she finished loading her pack, excitement coursing through her at the prospect of a huge story, "So everyone here at Blood Gulch is from the past?"
"Ya, even my sister accidentally traveled into the future."
Becky got up, her pack dangling from her hand, "Your sister is here too?"
"Yep, but she's fighting for the Blues."
"You're sister is fighting for your enemies?" Becky knew that the standard orange usually represented a color of the Red team. Becky couldn't believe that a sibling would work on an opposing side. Becky suddenly remembered something that Mrs. Grif had told her, "Isn't your sister color blind?"
"Pretty fucked up huh?"
Becky lightly shook her head, "This makes no sense."
"Tell me about it."
Becky bit her lower lip, mentally chewing all the new information that Grif was feeding her. If the government was letting people with color blindness to enter war than something strange that was definitely worth discovering was going on in this part of the galaxy. Becky had the feeling that the reason for her being posted out in the middle of no where had something to do with her discovery of the time warp that was caused by the explosion. She didn't know what was going on, but she sure as hell was going to find out. Grif looked down at her mouth as she thoughtfully chewed her bottom lip, but she didn't notice.
The woman standing before Grif was killing him, and she didn't even seem to notice his suffering. He could still remember smelling a slight scent of vanilla as he had leaned over her to get her pack out of the debris, and the way she was chewing her lip was wreaking havoc on his senses. Becky looked around and after a moment unzipped her bag and started to search through it with one hand. "I think I might have a flashlight in here. It's not so dark in the caverns that we can't see, but it might help a bit." Almost instantly, Grif came over to her and unzipped one of the side pockets of her bag.
"Could it be in here?" Grif asked as he pulled out a round object.
Becky saw what it was and immediately tried to grab it from him. Since he had already become acquainted with her snatching ways, Grif pulled it out of reach.
"Give that back!" Becky cried trying to reach for the object.
"What is it?" Grif asked as he carelessly held it over his head and grasped it tighter. They both froze when there was a sudden beeping. Grif looked up to see the object flashing a light blue as the beeping grew faster.
"Why is it beeping?" Grif brought the object down and, taking it from him, Becky threw it down the way he came. The beeping only got faster.
"Shit," Grif cursed as he grabbed Becky's hand and they ran the other way. The explosion knocked them down and Grif threw himself over Becky as debris rained down over them. When the scene settled, Grif coughed from the dust as he got off of Becky. Becky slowly got up and waved the dust out of her face as she looked behind them. Grif looked as well to see that the passage was completely blocked off. He was suddenly shoved backwards and would have fallen if there hadn't been a wall to prop him up.
"You idiot! Did I not say don't touch anything? You nearly got us both killed! You stupid, stupid, stupid idiot!" Becky said, each word followed by a hit to Grif's torso.
"How the fuck was I supposed to know that it was a bomb?"
"You shouldn't have been in my bag in the first place." Upon saying this, a look of horror passed over Becky's face and she immediately started sifting through the rubble for her supplies. Grif stood up and rubbed the back of his neck, cursing himself for leaving his helmet behind, which would have protected him from the flying object that nicked the side of his head.
"Son of a bitch!" Grif said as he ducked to avoid being hit by another flying piece.
"It's broken, all of it! Do you have any idea how expensive this stuff is?" Becky shouted as she threw another broken piece at his head.
"Look I'm sorry; I'll pay you back or something." Grif said avoiding the piece of plastic that looked like a cap to a lens.
Becky growled in frustration and started stomping down the tunnel, away from the explosion site. Grif hesitated, and then proceeded to follow her. When she suddenly spun around, Grif crouched down, expecting to get pummeled. Instead, Becky took a deep breath and said, "Okay, we'll be fine. Don't you have a radio on you to contact your base?"
Grif stood up, "I did in my helmet, but it wouldn't have worked anyway. For some reason I couldn't contact them on the radio."
Becky sighed and pulled her cell phone out of her bag to see that there was no service in the area. "Okay then, how about a search team. I'm sure that your comrades will wonder where you are and come looking for you."
"Actually, I don't think they'll even bother. Our commander Sarge has always been trying to find a way to kill me, and Simmons wouldn't care either way." Grif didn't know how Donut would feel, but something told him that it didn't really matter.
"Great," Becky said, her voice slightly catching as though she was about to cry. But instead she wiped the grime from her forehead and continued walking down the tunnel. Grif felt like shit for getting them into such a mess, and for some reason the thought of Becky being upset made him feel even worse. After a few minutes of walking in silence, Grif could hear what sounded like running water. A few moments later, they came to a large opening in the caverns. A pool of water rippled in the middle of the room as a small waterfall flooded through an opening high above them in the dome shaped ceiling. Light from the opening poured down and reflected off of the surface of the water. Grif could also see that the room was a dead end. Becky went over to the edge of the pool and looked up at the light as though it offered eternal salvation. She cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted, "Help! Can anybody hear us! We're down here!"
"I don't think that that's going to work. If my radio wasn't working in the first place, we're probably not even anywhere near the bases."
Becky turned and glared at him, "Do you have a better idea?"
Grif walked into the cavern and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, "Not really."
Becky walked over to him, "You smoke?"
Grif removed a cigarette from the pack and placed it between his lips.
"I can't stand guys that smoke." Becky said, still glaring at him.
"Whoopty-fuckin-do," Grif said around the cigarette as he tried to light it with a match in the damp cavern. Before the cigarette even had a chance to light, Becky grabbed the cigarette pack, snatched the cigarette out of his mouth, and threw them under the waterfall. Grif stared dumbfounded at the waterfall and then turned to glare at the journalist.
"What the fuck did you do that for?"
"I'm not going to get second hand smoke just because you're an idiot." Becky said as she walked back down the tunnel.
"Bitch," Grif mumbled as he stared longingly at the limp cigarettes that floated in the water. He turned back and followed her. He found her in a portion of the tunnel that was slightly wider than the rest of the passage. The ceiling above them reaching up and fading into darkness. Becky sat with her back against the cavern wall and started rummaging through her pack. Grif sighed and decided to sit on the opposite side of the tunnel.
Becky took out a pen and paper from her pack and looked over at him, pen poised over the paper, "Okay, I've been thinking, since we're obviously going to be here for a while, why don't you tell me the story about how everyone in Blood Gulch got sent to the future. I figured it's the least you owe me for breaking my equipment."
Grif simply crossed his arms and glared at her, "I broke your camera, and you threw away my cigarettes. I'd say we're even."
Becky gaped at him, "I hardly think that a camera could compare to a few measly cigarettes."
"Well then I guess it's all a matter of importance, isn't it?" Grif said as he tilted his chin up defiantly. Becky breathed out in exasperation when Grif suddenly looked up at the dark ceiling. "Did you hear that?"
Becky looked up as well, "Hear what?" There was silence for a moment, and then a fluttering sound reached her ears. "Probably bats."
Grif looked at her in shock, "Are you fucking serious? There really are bats in here?"
"They do live in caves you know. Are you afraid of bats or something?"
"No," Grif replied all too quickly, "Do you think that they'll come out when it gets dark outside?"
The brows on Becky's forehead drew together, "You know, it never becomes completely dark here because of the way the planet is tilted towards the sun in this solar system."
"How do you know that?
"Don't you do any research on a planet before you get stationed to it?"
"I figured why take the fun out of life." Grif said as he stood, "I think I'll go stand over by the waterfall then."
"Bats are attracted to water sources." Becky said, trying to suppress her grin when Grif stopped.
"Fine, I guess I'll stay here then, just to make sure that they don't attack you."
It felt like hours that they waited in the dark. Becky found her flashlight, but didn't really need it since the light from the waterfall cavern provided just enough brightness for the two companions to see each other. Grif also didn't want Becky to turn on the light because he believed that it might disrupt the bats. Becky shifted and could feel her clothes sticking to her body beneath her armor. She was still covered in dust and grime from her spill down the slope and had never gotten a chance to get cleaned up. Becky stood and grabbed her pack, "I'm going to go clean off in the pool."
Becky never thought that she would ever see someone come to attention so fast. Fear of bats forgotten, Grif scrambled up and dusted himself off. "I think I'll go and clean up too."
"Now? Can't you wait until I'm finished?" Becky asked as a blush started to rise in her cheeks.
"I think that we should stick together, it could be dangerous if both of us get lost in here."
"I'm only going to be thirty feet away!"
"You never know, if the bats started to attack you, I may not be able to help you in time."
Becky doubted that he would be any help at all, "Fine, but we'll still take turns. You stand behind that rock near the entrance of the cavern, and if I see even a glimpse of you, I swear I'll scream so loud that every bat in this damn cave will come and eat you."
With that she turned away and marched to the cavern. She dropped her bag by the pool and turned to see Grif get behind the rock near the entrance with a grin plastered on his face. Becky scowled as he disappeared from her sight, and she quickly began to undress. She laid her armor and clothes by the pool, and slid into the cool water. She consistently checked behind her to make sure that Grif didn't look. After she finished, she quickly got dressed and picked up her armor and pack. She let Grif know that she was coming towards the rock, and by the time she was on the other side of it, all she found was Grif's armor and clothes strewn over the cave floor. She heard a soft splash behind her and froze.
She was suddenly very tempted to look. She still couldn't understand how such an attractive man could have a mother in the circus that performed as the fat bearded lady. Maybe he had a strange disfigurement that was hidden by his armor. Heart pounding, Becky made sure that she was hidden well behind the rock and slightly turned her head. She clutched her belongings closer to her as she caught a glimpse of Grif under the waterfall, head thrown back and hands running through his dark hair. Becky found it very hard to breath. Any doubts that she had about him having any sort of disfigure was washed away. The man was gorgeous. His skin was a tad darker than her pale complexion, and his back rippled with muscle. Even his arms were well defined. As he started to turn towards her, Becky gasped and turned away. She stopped breathing, listening to see if he had seen her. When nothing happened, Becky sighed in relief that she hadn't been caught.
"It's okay," Grif said in her ear, and Becky yelped in surprise to see him leaning against the rock, the lower half of his body hidden from her view. He grinned, "I looked too."
As his words sank in, embarrassment caused her face to darken. Without thinking, Becky dropped her stuff and shoved at his defined chest. Grif lost his footing and fell back into the pool. Becky turned, picked up her stuff and walked away, her emotions seething when she could hear him chuckling.
Becky was pacing in the second cavern when Grif came back. The furious look on her face causing Grif to grin. He thought she looked so cute when she was angry, her gray eyes flashing like daggers at him. He had dressed in his regular clothes, but hadn't bothered putting his armor back on. He took his armor to where he had previously sat, and threw it all into a pile. He sat down next to it, laced his fingers behind his head, and leaned back as he smirked up at her scowling face. She turned away from him without a word and sat next to her own armor. She opened her bag and pulled a blanket out to settle over her lap. She reached back into her supplies and pulled out what Grif noticed was a granola bar. The thought of food made Grif realize how hungry he was, and he quickly looked in his pouch within his armor that held his secret stash of sweets. He pulled out a pack and took off the wrapping. When he took a bite of the Twinkie, he saw Becky grimace, "How can you eat that?"
Grif looked down at the Twinkie, "What have you got against Twinkies?"
Becky shrugged, "I just figure that if you're going to have something sweet, you might as well have something worth busting your diet for. That's why I bake my own desserts."
Grif looked up at her, ignoring his treat, "You bake?"
"Yep, I'm really good at making brownies and lemon bars. I also like to make apple pie and cookies though." Grif found himself drooling, and it wasn't from the Twinkie. "Do you eat that kind of stuff all the time?" Becky asked him, causing him to focus back on the conversation.
"Whenever I get the chance," Grif said as he took another bite out of his Twinkie.
Becky looked at his body, "How the heck do you stay in shape. If I started eating stuff like that, I'd blow up like a balloon."
"Just good genes I guess."
"Would those genes be from your father?" Becky immediately regretted the question when Grif's face went blank.
"I never knew my father." He said in a voice that sent chills up her spine.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to sound like that. I just meant that you look really good, considering how you eat."
"It's alright; I stopped caring about what people thought a long time ago." The statement somewhat surprised her, and it made her see Grif slightly different. She could see him as a boy, knowing that his mother had left to join a circus. She couldn't even imagine what he might have gone through, or what sort of treatment he received from other people. Becky felt herself relax when his features softened, but her calm was broken by what he said next. "Liked what you saw did you?"
Becky immediately bristled, "I didn't mean that either."
Grif looked down at his second Twinkie, "Maybe this stuff has an opposite affect on me. Perhaps when I start eating healthy, I'll start to gain weight."
Becky rolled her eyes, "Ya right."
Grif got up and walked over to her. He crouched down in front of her and placed the Twinkie right in front of her face. "Come on, you know you want to try it."
"I'd rather eat cow tongue." Becky said as he took a small bite from the Twinkie.
"Mmm, it tastes so good." He said as he waved it in front of her like he was trying to entice a dog.
"I don't want any." Becky said as she grabbed the Twinkie to shove it away. Instead, the creamy contents inside the Twinkie splattered all over her neck and dribbled down her shirt. Grif burst out laughing as Becky glared at him, "It's not funny!"
"You're right, it's hilarious!" Grif said as he sat down and continued to laugh. He held up the packet with the squished contents and tried to withhold his laughter so that he could speak, "That's what you get for coming between a man and his Twinkie," With that said, he doubled over and laughed harder.
Becky slapped his arm, getting some of the cream on his shirt, "That's disgusting." As Grif continued to laugh, Becky scooped a big glob of crème off of her neck and when Grif came up to breathe from his laughing; Becky slapped the crème on his cheek. He sat stunned for a moment and Becky smirked in triumph, "That's what you get for pissing me off." Not in the least bit disturbed that he had crème on his face, Grif laughed again, and this time Becky joined him.
After a moment when they were finally able to catch their breath, Grif looked at Becky, his lips still twitching. "You're going to pay for that."
"Oh really?" Becky said with a chuckle, drinking in the expression of his smile.
"Yes, really," Grif said, and before Becky even knew what he was doing, he was pressing her against the wall, licking the crème from her neck.
Heat slammed into Becky so hard that she became dizzy with it. His tongue was laving the crevices of her throat, making her pulse quicken. As his lips sucked a bit of crème from her jaw, Becky gasped and tilted her head back to give him more access. Grif lifted his head to look into her eyes, a silent question within his own. With one hand braced on the wall next to her, he leaned his head down and kissed her. Becky shivered as warmth spread through her, and she returned his kiss. Within seconds they were both melting against each other. Becky found herself lying on her blanket on the cavern floor, and Grif pressing against her. She arched up into him as he continued to lick the crème from her neck. His mouth continued onto her chest and she vaguely remembered him striping off her shirt and pulling away to take off his own. Becky whimpered at the loss of contact and Grif quickly discarded his shirt as he claimed her lips with his own. His hands deftly caressed her stomach, and caused Becky's breath to hitch when he touched her breast. Grif slowly worked his way down to clean the rest of the crème from her skin. Unable to resist, Becky tilted her head and licked the crème from his cheek, his stubble slightly scratching her tongue and lips. Grif groaned at the contact. Doing a bit of exploring of her own, Becky ran her hands down his chest and reached for the seam of his pants. Grif hissed at the contact and quickly took off his pants and stripped hers away. She reached out to him as he returned to kiss her and she gasped in surprise at the feel of his skin against hers. He broke the kiss and looked down at her. Very slowly, he slid himself inside, watching her expression. Becky cried out and dragged him back to her as they moved together, their tempo increasing at every moment until they were both covered in sweat. Becky cried out in her climax and Grif stiffened above her as he came inside her. They both collapsed into a heap on the floor and curled against one another. The waterfall was the only other sound besides their breathing.
Grif was lying on his back, looking up at the dark ceiling of the cavern, not very much concerned about bats anymore. Not with Becky lying across his chest, her hand running through the light trail of hair on his stomach.
"Dex, why do you think your mother left?" She asked idly.
Grif sighed; he didn't really feel like talking about his mother with a gorgeous girl draped over him, but the way she was stroking him was like a seduction to his senses. "I don't really know. She probably thought that life would be better for me and Kaikaina if she wasn't around, but when she started getting publicity, it seemed to defeat the purpose."
Becky's hand stilled, "That's how you knew my name."
"It doesn't matter now."
Becky shifted so that she was looking down into his face, "You had to take care of your sister all by yourself didn't you?"
Grif shrugged, "Not for too long. I got drafted into the army after I got out of high school. I kept sending her money so that she could get an education, but she ended up getting kicked out anyway from cheering for the wrong teams." A confused expression crossed Becky's features. "She's not very bright. Why do you think she joined the Blues instead of the team that her brother was on?"
Becky was silent for a moment, "I bet there's something more behind this war, and I'm sure that I can find out what it is." Her gaze came back to him, her eyes dancing with excitement. Grif adored the look, but he couldn't help but feel that she was only with him now so that she could get a story. Then she grinned, "Would you mind terribly if I set out to end the war?"
Grif forgot his doubts, instead feeling hope at the prospect that the war could be ended. "Hell no, I fuckin' hate this war. I have pretty much done everything possible in order to get kicked out of it. I even fall asleep during the meetings and forget to bring extra ammo for our guns."
Becky blinked, "How do you expect to kill your enemies without bullets?"
"That's the thing, I can't stand fighting. Its way too much work. I can't even jog around the base without getting tired."
He could see that she was trying to hide a smile, "You better be careful. With smoking, gorging on sweets and not getting enough exercise, that weight problem is bound to catch up with you." She said as she patted his stomach, "I don't think I'd like you that much if I had to roll you around and secure you with an oxygen mask."
Grif chuckled as he brought her lips down to meet his. Something down the tunnel rumbled, and they both looked up at the sound. "What was that?" Grif asked as Becky got off of him. There was another rumble that caused dust to fall from the ceiling. Becky quickly picked up her clothes and got dressed before putting her armor on, and Grif got up to do the same. They both went over to where the rumbling grew louder, which was where the bomb had exploded.
"It sounds like someone is trying to blast through." Becky said.
The rocks that covered the exit shifted and Grif grabbed her hand to pull her away. A large explosion erupted and they both crouched down to the ground, Grif shielding Becky from any flying rubble.
"Grif! Grif! Are you in here? Answer me dammit!"
Grif slowly got up and turned towards the now clear passage. He squinted into the settling dust, "Simmons?"
The maroon soldier walked out of the cloud of dust towards them. Upon seeing them he turned around and shouted, "He's in here!"
Becky got up as well to see the maroon soldier remove his helmet to reveal a handsome man with sandy blonde hair and green eyes. The maroon soldier walked over to Grif and stood in front of him, not saying anything.
Finally, Grif said "Took you guys long enough."
This caused the maroon soldier to quickly and fiercely embrace the orange soldier. He pulled away and glared at Grif as he gripped his comrade's shoulders, "Don't you ever try to pull this shit again, you understand?"
Becky could see that Grif was stunned, "Ya, sure."
"I'm fuckin serious Grif."
"Alright, fine."
Simmons sighed and released his shoulders. Then he grinned, "Cock sucker."
Grif grinned back, "Kiss ass."
Becky shook her head at this, and the maroon soldier finally noticed her. He stared at her for a moment and then looked back at Grif. "You've been stuck down here with a girl?"
"Bow chicka bow," Grif started to say until Becky cuffed his ear, "ow!"
"We'll have none of that," Becky said as she saw a red soldier come out of the dust towards them. As the dust cleared, she could also see a tank, and a driver that was wearing pink armor.
"Ha, ha, good work Simmons. Now we have a proper decoy for when we attack the Blues," the commander said in a gruff voice, "Considering that no one likes Grif in the first place, I'm surprised we even bothered looking for him, but now I can clearly see your line of thinking Simmons."
With that said, Becky marched up to the commander, and glared at her reflection in his visor with her hands on her hips. "I like him. You got a problem with that tomato can?"
Grif couldn't help it, he smiled at this. Here was Becky, standing at her full height against Sarge, the top of her head barely reaching the commanders chin, and she was defending Grif. Something churned inside Grif at the scene. It was some kind of feeling that Grif was not going to even contemplate, considering how his emotions had been on a roller coaster ride ever since he had met this woman. He was brought from his thoughts when Simmons nudged him, "Looks like you got a girl Grif."
Grif continued to smile, "Ya, looks like I got a girl."