This chapter is specially going to my friend, Aan, for sticking up to me and waiting until I made this story. So here you go dear~!
WARNING: There's slight slash in the end of this chapter. If you don't like male/male, then don't keep reading after the bolded ~/~
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Unpleasant Night
What he expected was Sandman to return after the Task Force had dragged him out of the shit hole he pushed himself into. But what he wasn't expecting was to be awakening roughly by Grinch who was set on all of his gear with Truck on the background, working on his helmet. He was a heavy sleeper, and he didn't easily register to what was being said to him, sometimes thinking its just a dream. But this time it was too rough and urgent and from the way Grinch spoke, it was important.
"Man, wake the fuck up! We gotta go you sleeping back of dicks!" With that screamed on his face, he was shook non-too-gently by the shoulders again. "Alright…" He whispered out, yawning heavily and taking his time rolling out of the bed and trying not to stumble down. He heard a loud groan from Grinch and then Truck was right in front of him. "I don't think you know how important this is. Task Force have found Sandman and tried to get back to us but their plan was destroyed. They have no way to return back after all of their rides have been either blown up or ruined. We need to go take them back ourselves, or we won't see Sandman ever again."
Hearing all that encouraged him to push all the sleep away and put on his Delta clothes hurriedly, went to the armory and took his favorite M4A1 and a desert eagle for necessity. He went back to Grinch and Truck who were already waiting next to their ride. He fixed up his goggles and balaclava, climbed into the helicopter and watched the two others join him. He turned to Truck, ready to ask about what caused Task Force to be compromised, but the other probably didn't know, so he stayed quiet and turned away.
Truck must have noticed, since he turned his head slightly toward his direction and asked slowly. "Something on your mind?" Both he and Grinch looked at him when he said that, and Frost hesitated again, but asked something else. "Do you think there will be waiting for us when we land there?" Once he finished saying that, Grinch whispered a low 'will they?' to Truck. If Sandman wasn't around, Truck is in charge, and from the look of it, it burdened him. "…Most likely. Just be ready for any surprises. We don't want to be caught off guard."
The reply had satisfied both of them, and all they have to do now was to wait.
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The three of them had landed 5 hours ago, and were met by waves of Russian armies. They fought through them, until they reached where the Task Force, Captain Johnson and Sandman were. Truck and Grinch took their time introducing themselves to Price, Soap and Yuri. Grinch took his time talking with Nikolai who seems to share a lot of common things with Grinch, and Truck had gone to Captain Johnson, talking about whatever important thing they had to speak about.
As for Frost, he went straight to where Sandman was staying. There were tents lying everywhere, away from the battlefield. Some doctors here and there, some injured soldiers lying around and finally, Sandman. He was sitting in a tent a bit far from the rest, shirtless with a large bandage on his shoulder and a little bloody wrap around his torso. He was sitting, crossed legs and reloading his MP5 magazine, looking somewhat tired.
Derek took a deep breath before he slowly walked in, sitting opposite from the other male in the small tent and looking anywhere but the man's body. He was… no, no no no he shouldn't think about it like this! Sandman had taken a while to stare, probably not believing that Frost was sitting across of him, and with a tad bit hesitation, the younger spoke up. "…How're you holding up?" Honestly, he had no other thing to ask, he didn't even know why he came straight to his commander's tent. He was worried, and wanted to check on him, yes, but the other's surprised look seemed… off.
"When did you come? Are the others with you?"
"Just a few minutes ago. The Captain said we had to come."
"…And I'm the last one to know my team is coming?"
"They must have a good reason for not telling you."
Hearing the older man sigh and drop the magazine, he rubbed his forehead and sighed again, leaning back. "Did he tell you why you had to come?" Sandman asked, making Frost tad bit uncomfortable under his hard stare. Was he upset? "Something about you didn't have a ride back to the base, though I wasn't told much." His reply may have been enough for his superior, since he looked away slowly with a nod.
Derek reached over and touched his commander's thigh in a comforting way, slowly pulling off his goggles and balaclava; he gave Sandman and easy look and a soft smile. "Hey, the important thing is you're safe. I was really worried you got hurt." He wasn't afraid to admit it at this moment, wanting to show that he did actually care and he didn't come here just because he had orders to follow.
A few moments of silence had fallen upon them. Sandman didn't reply, and simply stared at Frost as the younger stared back, slowly withdrawing his hand back on his own lap. He didn't know what else to say, and he was slightly glad the sudden noise interrupted and Grinch's head showed up into the tent. "Boss~ its good to see you in one piece!" he said, a wide smile spreading over his face before he was pushed further inside, landing on Frost's lap with a loud thud. Soon after, Truck's head showed up too.
The tent seemed to get awfully smaller each second, and as much as how relieved Sandman is to see his teammates, he was still feeling uncomfortable in the tightness. Grinch finally regained his composure and balance, sitting beside Frost while Truck sat at the entrance. They all talked, about Sandman's mission, about their way here and how it was invested by Russians, and mostly about how boring it was back in the base without Sandman.
After a few questions, Sandman had told them all about his mission, and how he was supposed to trick Makarov's banker and freeze the terrorist's account, which seemed to have plenty of millions in it. But the mission went wrong. The banker's henchman found out about their plans and turned all of the guards against Sandman, luckily enough for him, he found enough information that can be used against Makarov, and gladly, Task Force was in time to get him out.
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Delta Force have arrived some time later, the Captain separated them into two. A group fights in the morning, and a group defends at night. The Russian army didn't seem to be withdrawing back so quickly, probably wanting to make sure Sandman died after the amount of info he got. Well, they can't do that.
All the tents have been taken, maximum was both in each. Truck and Grinch shared one, and every time Frost passes by their tent, he could hear them arguing. As for himself, he shared Sandman's tent, and he was mildly surprised when his commander said it wouldn't hurt to share the tent with his teammate. Derek gladly accepted the offer, and was now sitting beside the lying body of Sandman, shuffling through the playlist in his iPod. It was a gift he received shortly after he joined Delta Force. His mother had no idea what was that, but from the sound of her son's excited voice, she congratulated him and sent him the iPod as a gift. He couldn't be more grateful.
Sandman shifted beside him, making him turn back to look at him and meet his eyes. His commander looked so tired… "Frost, get to sleep." It wasn't an order, but Derek respected it enough and did as he was told, locking down his iPod and putting it back in his bag and lied down. It was damn hot, even when he was dressed in only a plain white shirt and his Delta force pants. Sandman himself was really warm, thanks to this really tiny tent, their backs pressed together, and no matter how much they shifted a part of their limbs would still touch. Either arms or shoulders, backs or legs.
The night went on, and Frost was unable to sleep thanks to his usual inability to sleep at new places he never slept in before. Though, he tried his best not to shift much, he doesn't want to keep bothering Sandman by his constant moving, especially when the other male was tired. Closing his eyes for the tenth time that night, he started breathing deeply, which helps him to calm down most of the time, and as time passed, it did seem to bring sleep to his eyes. However, he was interrupted when he felt a light, gentle hand wander over his side, and he tried his best to stay calm and keep his deep breathing steady.
Was Sandman awake? He probably was… or he wouldn't be doing this in his sleep. And damn it, he didn't even know if Sandman was facing his back right now, but the hand on him was the older man's right hand. Which means he did shift to face him, but he had absolutely no idea when.
The hand had sneaked up further, reaching his chest line before it went down over his abdomen, trailing over the muscles there until it settled over his navel. It stayed there for a while, feeling the older man's body shift closer, but he made no attempts to move or show he was awake. His eyes were closed in the dark tent, his breath still steady and even, and soon, Sandman's scent was filling his nostrils.
They stayed that way for a while, Frost slowly feeling comfortable under the man's arm and sleep was slowly taking over him, and the next thing he knew, he was actually sleeping in a new place.
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Look over here, I finally wrote something between them~ I know its probably not as good as you thought it'd be but, something is better than nothing. Also, nothing will really start between them until probably next chapter, or the next… depends on how much close they'd grow toward each other. Review if you like c:
