And so concludes the Boston trip. Back to work for these two lovebirds. Oh and I will warn that there is a pretty big time jump in the middle of this chapter so that we can get on with the plot. I usually hate doing that, but if I were to fill it in it'd just be boring filler and that's even worse in my opinion...
Chapter 11: Levi
Eren sighs again, picking at the USMC print on the side of his sweats. I glance over at him. We're laying on the carpet in front of the television, a movie blaring through the surround sound. He's been like this all night. All day really, now that I think about it. He's been very twitchy and anxious, tired and irritable, and he's complained of a head ache more than once throughout the day.
"Are you alright?" I ask him.
He looks over at me fleetingly before turning his dull eyes back to the movie. He keeps picking at his sweats. I grab his hand, and realize that it's shaking ever so slightly.
"I'm fine," he says, and I know it's a lie.
"No you're not. Are you feeling ill?" I question, rolling onto my side and propping myself up onto an elbow.
He rubs at his eyes, sighing again. "It's nothing really. I just... I ran out of cigarettes three days ago."
Now it all makes sense. He's going through nicotine withdrawal. "I can give you money if you need to go get more, Eren."
He shakes his head vigorously before I can even finish the sentence. He turns his head away from me. He's ashamed and embarrassed. I can see it written all over his face.
"No," he says. "I need to quit. This is the perfect excuse. I don't have any fucking money. I already blew it all on smokes."
"You shouldn't quit cold turkey, Eren. I can get you those patches, or whatever the hell they are."
He shakes his head. "I've already been weaning myself off of them. It won't be that bad. I promise. Besides, we still have a week before we have to go back to the base. I should be back to one hundred percent, addiction free by then. This won't hinder my training or my work."
"I'm not worried about that, brat," I exhale, laying back down and taking his shaking hand in mine. "I just don't want you to suffer."
"Well it's my fault for having this habit to begin with. I need to live with the consequences."
I leave it alone, not questioning him any further. He's strong. He can handle it. I give his hand a squeeze and focus back on the things blowing up on the television screen.
...
Obscene shouts echo through the room, driving me on as I fuck Eren into the mattress. I'm bowed over his sweaty, lithe body, my hands pinning his wrists to the bed and my teeth biting and nipping at the skin of his neck and collarbones. His legs are hooked over my arms, bending him near double. He's surprisingly flexible. I like it.
Straightening, I release Eren's wrists so that I can grab his hips and flip him over. He obliges quickly, lifting his ass into the air and burying his face into the pillows. The key around his neck rests on the pillow below his face, twinkling in the artificial light of the room.
"Fuck me, Levi."
His voice is low and sultry, and it drives me crazy. I grab his hips roughly, pulling them back into mine. He gasps as my cock hits is prostate, over and over again. His back arches and one hand fists in the blankets as the other reaches up underneath him so he can jerk himself off in time to my thrusts. His gasp quickly turns into a throaty groan and a string of curses as he reaches his peak.
"Fuck, Eren," I moan as he tightens around my cock. I don't last much longer, my own orgasm exploding from within me.
We collapse into the sticky, sweaty sheets, neither of us able, or wanting, to move. I bury my face between his shoulder blades, his skin smelling of sweat and sex and a musky scent that is purely Eren. The dirtiness of it makes something deep in the back of my mind tick, but right now I couldn't care less. I bite at his shoulder blade and he shudders beneath me.
After a few minutes, when I finally regain control of my limbs, I roll off of Eren. The sheets are sticky with sweat and other bodily fluids, and it makes me squirm. I quickly climb off of the bed and head into the bathroom to clean myself up. Bringing a damp washcloth back into the bedroom with me, I toss it at Eren who is still sprawled across the bed. I admire the bite marks and hickies adorning his neck and shoulders.
"Oi, get up so I can wash the sheets," I say, poking at his hip.
"Uhnnn," he groans into the pillow. "Don't wanna move..."
With a smirk, I lightly run my fingers down his side, a spot that I've recently learned is very ticklish for him. He jolts up off the bed as if I had shocked him, nearly falling flat on his face as his legs tangle in the sheets.
"Jerk," he grumbles, grabbing the washcloth and running it over the lightly defined muscles of his stomach and chest.
He heads into the bathroom as I strip the sheets from the bed and take them down the hall to the washing machine. Pulling a new set of sheets from the closet, I make my way back to my room to redress the bed. It's getting late, and Eren and I have an early flight tomorrow, so we should probably get to bed soon.
A pair of strong, tan arms wrap around my chest as I'm straightening out the comforter. Eren's chin rests on my shoulder and he sighs.
"Was that the last time we'll get to be together until next Christmas?" he asks, his voice quiet and sullen. He's trying to joke, but he doesn't know if it's a joke or not.
I hesitate, then turn in his arms. "Like I'll be able to keep my hands off of you until our next break," I retort. "We can be together, but we'll just have to be careful."
He bites my shoulder lightly. "Well I've had a lot of practice controlling myself around you, so it shouldn't be too difficult. But, knowing that you feel the same way I do might make things a little more... challenging."
"Just don't fuck up," I say as he releases me, stepping around me to climb into bed. "I don't want you to end up in prison. That cute ass of yours would be very popular, and I've never been good with sharing."
He cringes, burying his face in the pillows. I switch off the lights and crawl in after him, pulling his warm body against mine. His hand comes up to run his fingers through my hair as I kiss him deeply. When I release him, he curls up into my side, draping a leg over the top of mine and resting his head on my shoulder. I trace circles on his back.
"How are you feeling?" I ask him. It's been a week since I first noticed his withdrawal symptoms. He's seemed fine for the last two days or so, but I ask anyway. I need to know what kind of shape he's in before we get back to the base and I run him through his normal exercises.
"I'm feeling good. I feel like a new man. No more cigarettes, in bed with a god of a man, coming down off of a sex high... I couldn't be better."
I press a kiss to the top of his head. "Me neither," I breathe into his hair.
Eren falls asleep not too much later, leaving me awake and thinking about tomorrow. I've been so relaxed and so open around Eren these last two weeks. It's going to be hard for me to adjust when we get back to the base, but I'm going to have to. I've had a lot of practice burying feelings and emotions while on duty. Hopefully I'll be able to do it just as easily now. But my feelings for Eren transcend anything I've ever had to bury before. I have a bad feeling about this. I have this impending sense of dread that one of us is going to slip up, and Eren is going to end up in prison because of it.
Eren nuzzles my shoulder in his sleep. His lips part and he mumbles something. "...vi... Levi..." he breathes into my skin.
I sigh, relaxing back into the pillows and enjoying the feeling of Eren against me. We'll make it work. I'll do whatever it takes to keep him from getting discharged and sent to prison.
...
"Levi! Eren!" Petra's voice calls as we're walking down the concourse.
We stop and look back over our shoulders to see Petra running up to us, Eld and Oluo in tow. She throws her arms first around me, then moves on to Eren.
"How was your guys' vacation?" she asks.
Eren hesitates, looking over at me. I didn't tell her Eren would be staying with me because it didn't come up and she didn't ask, not because I wanted to hide it. I see no reason to hide it now, we just have to hide what happened.
"Eren stayed with me," I tell her, turning to continue back down the concourse.
"Really? Did you not have a place to go, Eren?" she asks.
"No. I don't have a family, and the Captain was kind enough to let me crash his vacation," Eren tells her.
"Wow, that is very unexpectedly nice of you, Levi," she jokes.
"Unexpectedly nice? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" I retort.
"Did he make you do your morning routine every day, Eren?" Eld questions with a laugh, ignoring my own question. "Did you get to relax at all?"
"Hey, I enjoy taking a vacation as much as all of you shitheads," I retort. "No way was I going to keep babysitting this brat during my time off. He did what he wanted."
"You did force me to run with you a couple of mornings, Captain," Eren responds.
"Only because your lazy ass was getting out of shape."
Petra giggles as we make our way to the ground floor. A TSA officer locates us and leads us out of the building and into a waiting van to transport us to our plane. I listen to Petra and Oluo catch up, and Eren even joins in on their conversation. It makes me happy to see him connecting so easily with the rest of my squad. I keep my attention out the window of the van, trying not to focus too much on Eren's knee occasionally brushing against mine in the cramped space.
"I got word on Gunther over the break," I say, looking at Eld on the other side of Eren, then back at Oluo and Petra in the back seat. "He is recovering quickly and will be returning to active duty status in two weeks."
"That's wonderful!" Petra smiles, and Eld nods.
When we get onto the plane, I step into the cockpit to give the pilot the flight plans Erwin had emailed me during the break. He had also requested, now that he's finished closing out the operation on his end, that I begin filling out the performance evaluations on my squad and submit a summary of how the operation went. So I take up a seat a few spaces down from the rest of my squad and pull my laptop out of my backpack. I would've done it on the much longer flight from Boston to Denver, but I had enjoyed that last little bit of time with Eren.
I don't miss Eren's slightly disappointed look that I didn't take the empty seat next to him, but I ignore it, focusing on the evaluations on the screen of my laptop. When the plane reaches the familiar mountain ridge, I only have two of the tedious evaluations done. Putting away my laptop, I stand and head into the cockpit to check our location and the weather. The skies are clear. No rain, no snow, no gloomy winter weather. Perfect. I make my way over to the still empty seat between Eren and Oluo as the plane begins its decent.
"I'll give you two hours to get unpacked and cleaned up. Change into your squad uniforms, get your maneuvering gear, and meet me in the northern woods at..." I pull back the jacket sleeve of my fatigues to check my watch, "at fifteen hundred hours."
"What, we don't get the rest of the day off Captain?" Petra whines.
"You just got an eighteen day vacation. You don't need any more time off, you need to work," I tell her.
It's so hard for me to not put my arm across Eren's shoulders. Instead, I rest it across the back of his seat. When we arrive at the base, there are two jeeps waiting for us at the landing strip. Eld and Oluo climb into one, and Petra climbs into the other with Eren and I.
"I call shotgun!" Petra says, throwing herself into the seat before Eren can. "I have superiority over you, cutie, so you get the back."
Tossing Eren the keys- that he almost drops in surprise- I walk over to the passenger's side. I grab the collar of Petra's jacket and drag her out of the Jeep. She barely manages to land on her feet with a startled yelp.
"And I have superiority over you, which means you get the back. Eren is driving," I tell her, sliding into the seat she had just been occupying.
With a huff of defeat, Petra jumps into the back as Eren climbs in behind the wheel. Eren manages to get us back to the base while only stalling once. Now that we're back, he can practice driving more. I had entertained for a second the idea of him practicing in my car, but I didn't want him destroying the transmission. My car is not a cheap one to have repaired.
Eren seems as eager as a kid on Christmas morning as we carry our maneuvering gear cases out into the trees. The day is surprisingly warm, so I don't worry too much about Eren losing control and hitting a tree this time. I still remember the sight of him sitting in the infirmary, his shoulder bruised and bloodied, and I don't wish to have a repeat of that accident.
The five of us stop to strap on our gear, and I have to help Eren who is still learning how to get it on. Standing up close to him, I see that he's still wearing the key I had given him, tucked down the front of his shirt with only the cord around his neck visible. I almost tell him to take it off, that it could be dangerous if it gets loose and catches on anything, but I decide not to. He obviously likes it, and who am I to tell him to take off the Christmas present I gave to him?
The other three get their gear on and take off into the trees to begin their warm ups. Only when I'm sure they're long out of sight, I lean in and press a quick kiss to Eren's cold cheek. He blushes slightly, but there is a smile on his lips as I finish tightening a strap and take a step back. With my own gear already on, we shoot off into the trees.
Eren races out in front of me, looking over his shoulder with a mischievous grin. It's a challenge, and against my better judgment, I accept. I want to show him what this gear is capable of. Or rather, I want to show him what I am capable of. I want to show off to my younger lover.
Using the quick, delicate touch I've mastered over the ten- near eleven- years I've been on this squad, I take off into the trees. I change directions on a dime, I spin and flip through the air, using not only the wires but the trunks and branches of trees as well to launch myself or switch directions. When Eren comes up behind me, I flip and dive down onto a tree branch, taking a few running steps before leaping over the top of him and firing my grappling hooks into the next tree. I turn, facing Eren as he follows behind me. My hair flutters in my face, but is just short enough to stay out of my eyes. Eren looks awed, his eyes wide and his jaw hanging open.
"I'd close your mouth before you swallow a bug," I tell him, and he snaps his jaw closed.
"Finally showing off for the kid, Captain?" Petra laughs, shooting out of the trees to the left of us and falling in beside Eren.
"Just showing him what the gear is capable of," I reply, turning back around and falling back behind Eren and Petra.
Petra just shrugs, then shoots a grin at Eren. "I'll race you."
Before he can answer, she takes off into the trees. Eren glances back at me briefly, then takes off after her, weaving between the loosely packed trees. I hang back, watching him use the gear, still trying to completely figure it out and adjust his touch on the triggers. He hits one tree a little hard when he tries to land on its branch, and he misses his mark twice when firing his grappling hooks. Both times he manages to re-fire and catch himself before he hits the ground, but it doesn't stop my heart from leaping into my throat both times. But I shouldn't worry so much. He seems to have a natural talent with the maneuvering gear, and although it's not an extraordinary talent, his determination more than makes up for it. He'll be ready for operations in no time at all. Whether that is a good thing or a bad thing, I haven't figured that out yet.
...
The next four months go by quickly, bringing us to the halfway point of Eren's sentence. His training progressed greatly, and by the time March rolled around, I felt confident in deeming him ready for operations. He's very proficient with the maneuvering gear, with the swords, and with a gun. He's also making it through all of my stealth exercises almost as well as everyone else on my squad. Gunther too returned to the base and was approved for duty around the same time Eren was. Now that my squad is back together, it's merely a waiting game until we get our next mission. I hope it's an easy one for Eren's first mission, but then again, I though the last operation was an easy one and I almost lost Gunther.
It's hard to sneak around with Eren, but we manage. He'll come by my quarters late at night when everyone not on night duty is in their quarters, and he'll sneak back later that same night or early in the morning. We don't always have sex. Sometimes we just talk and act with each other in ways we can't when we're around other people. I find that I really enjoy those nights too. I feel like I'm growing close with Eren, that we're learning things about each other and are really connecting.
The night of his twenty-second birthday, I had even managed to convince the kitchen staff to make a small cake, which I then fed to him in my quarters between kisses and other delicate touches. He told me that night that it was the best birthday he could ever remember having, and that made my heart ache. My last birthday with him at my apartment was the best birthday I had ever had, so I understand that feeling. It makes me think about Carla though, and how much better and different his life would have been if she hadn't been killed, if I had been able to find those bastards first.
It's nearing the end of April, and the weather has been starting to warm up. Running exercises outside has become easier for both me and my squad. It's been four and a half months since our last operation, and I'm finding it difficult to keep my squad ready and in shape. Training in a lot of these exercises doesn't do much without being able to use the techniques in real world scenarios regularly outside of the base. But I have faith in my squad and in their skills.
I look up from the operation specs that had been slipped under my door sometime before I woke up at five. Eren is still asleep, sprawled across my bed on his stomach, his naked body covered only by a sheet that has nearly slipped from his hips. The key that never leaves his neck peaks out from underneath his shoulder, just barely visible. Glancing at the clock on my wall, I see that it's almost six. Lowering the thick packet onto the top of my desk, I stand and cross over to the bed.
"Oi," I murmur, sitting down on the edge of the bed and putting a light hand on Eren's tan shoulder. "Time to wake up, brat."
He moans, burying his face into the pillow. "Five more minutes," he mumbles, his voice muffled by the pillow.
I sigh. I'd love to give him five more minutes. I'd love to stare at him naked in my bed all day. But the other privates will be waking up in the next few minutes, and he needs to get back to his own room before then, before people are up and awake to see him sneak out of my quarters.
"Up, brat."
I skim my fingers lightly up his side. He's wide awake in a heartbeat, vaulting off of the bed with a squeak. I can't help but laugh.
"I'm up I'm up I'm up..." he murmurs, rubbing at his eye as he fumbles for his clothes. "What time is it?"
"Almost six. Hurry up and get back to your room," I tell him, moving back to my desk to grab my half jacket from the back of the chair.
He nods and quickly pulls his clothes back on. Before he heads for the door, he presses a quick kiss to my lips, then leaves my quarters to go back to his room. I sit back down at my desk and pick up the mission specs again. I'm nervous about this one. I have to bring Eren. I have no excuse to leave him behind. This one is long though. Two weeks. It's in a swamp in Switzerland only about fifty klicks north of the location of the last assignment. There must be something serious going on there for Erwin to send us twice. This one is calling for much more infiltration and data extraction. We're also to eliminate a target. The description is minimal of the target though. It could be tricky. I just hope Eren can handle it.
At seven, I call my squad together to meet in one of the classrooms. Eld and Petra rearrange a few of the desks to face in a circle. Eren is confused, wondering why we're not in the gym doing our morning routine. So I guess no one has told him what this means yet.
"Would you guys sit the fuck down and shut up so we can get this over with?" I snap at them, sliding myself into one of the uncomfortable metal chairs, dropping the thick file onto my desk.
They take their seats, and I pass some of the papers to Eld so he can look them over.
"We're finally getting deployed," I tell them, flipping the file open on my desk.
Eren's eyes widen and he looks around at the others excitedly. A smile pulls at his lips. If he knew what our assignments were like, he wouldn't be so excited. I sure as hell am not.
"We deploy in four days, for two weeks. Our location is fifty kliks north of our last location," I say. "In a fucking swamp."
"Is it related to our last assignment?" Petra asks.
"Like hell if I know. They don't tell me shit," I retort. "It could be related, but that doesn't matter. Our parameters are mostly reconnaissance, but it looks like they want electronic evidence. Logs, member lists, communication reports, etcetera. It looks like these are small fry in a larger organization and the Department of Defense wants the location of the main branch. We've also been given a target to eliminate."
"Do we get photos this time or just descriptions like usual?" Gunther grumbles.
"It's our lucky day," I say, completely sarcastic though as I pull out the one photograph and toss it to him. "They gave us one satellite photograph."
Gunther looks happy for all of two seconds before he catches the photo and looks it over. "Are you kidding me? I've seen clearer picture of the Loc Ness Monster!"
"No, I'm not fucking kidding you," I retort. "Apparently this guy doesn't go out much. That's the only picture they've been able to get of him. We have a somewhat detailed description, however."
"Somewhat?" Oluo questions.
"Yeah," Eld murmurs, looking through his own summarized report. I'm the only one allowed to see the detailed report. "Very somewhat. Five foot eight to six foot two, one hundred and eighty to two hundred and fifty pounds, brown hair, Caucasian."
"So pretty much every white adult male on the planet," Gunther retorts. He waves the photo in the air. "And this doesn't add much."
"He's supposedly the 'leader' of this location," I supply. "We have two weeks to do tight reconnaissance and figure out who's giving the orders."
"What's the timeline?" Oluo asks.
"Day two perimeter set up and long distance observation. Days three and four also long distance observation. Days five and six short distance observation. Days seven through ten ground infiltration and recorded evidence collection. Day eleven and twelve electronic evidence collection. Day thirteen the hit," I say, making it up as I go, as I always do. It's easier to make timelines on the spot than try to plan and scheme and brainstorm over them. They always turn out better if I don't spend two days trying to find the perfect timeline.
"What about day one?" It's the first time Eren has spoken since we sat down to start this briefing. His eyes are wide and he looks a little lost, his hand fidgeting nervously with the key around his neck. That usually happens with new recruits on their first briefing. I'll have to go over all of this again with him later.
Petra leans over to murmur the answer in Eren's ears. "Day one and day fourteen are travel days."
He nods and looks back at me, waiting for me to continue. I sit back in the uncomfortable chair, draping an arm over the back and crossing my legs. These briefings are so boring. Good thing they don't last very long.
"This assignment is going to be very similar to the last, only it'll be longer and we will have to get more hands on," I tell them.
"Have you decided who's going to do the hit?" Eld asks.
This is always a tricky decision. I usually do it myself because I like to keep my squads' hands as clean as possible. These hits are the government's dirty work, and if it ever came out we were doing these assassinations, the U.S. government would never take responsibility for ordering them. All that dirty work will fall on me and my squad, and I want to keep them as far out of it as I can. But it's not always that easy.
"I'll carry out the hit," I say, "but you know it's not so cut and dry. We'll work out a detailed plan. You'll most likely be my back up if I fail, then... Oluo, Petra, Gunther, then Eren. I'll get a detailed plan together before we deploy. Any questions?"
Everyone is silent for a long moment, then Eren raises his hand. I roll my eyes at him. "This isn't high school, brat. You don't have to raise your hand. But hold your questions. I'm going to go over everything again with you later."
He nods, and with no questions from anyone else, I dismiss them. We go through our morning routine, then run through exercises using the maneuvering gear. I'm trying to train Eren to use only one hand grip for short amounts of time. It's not easy, and it severely limits mobility, but it's necessary if a gun needs to be used. It's only for a couple of seconds though, depending on how fast he can draw, fire, and holster his gun.
"You're not supposed to be doing fancy shit while you do this, Eren!" I snap at him, following closely behind him with my own gear. "You're just trying to stay in the air while you eliminate a threat."
"Yes, sir!" he replies, frowning in determination.
He fires both grappling hooks, then quickly throws his right one into its holster. His right hand hovers by the gun in its holster. We're not working on firing just yet. I don't trust him not to shoot himself. Hopefully he won't need to use his gun during the assignment. He's incredible with his blades, so hopefully, if he needs to attack a threat, the blades will be enough for him.
He tries to maneuver with a spin around a tree. He loses control and fumbles for his right handgrip, but he drops it and it dangles by his knee. He panics. I dive in and grab the back of his jacket before he gets himself hurt. He looks up at me, and he's embarrassed. Good. It'll force him to try harder.
"I can hold your heavy ass up and maneuver with one hand, so why can't you do it for five seconds?" I snap at him before dropping him.
He fires his hooks and takes off without a word. When he gets his rhythm back, he immediately tries again. It takes him a few more attempts, but he finally manages to last about twenty seconds on one hand, which should be more than enough time. He practices this for another hour until the rest of my squad finishes their exercises. Then, I have them set up targets to see if he can actually hit one while using his maneuvering gear. We've already practiced hitting a target while moving, using the jeeps.
By the time the sun starts to set and we need to pack it up, the trees around the three cardboard cutouts are covered in red paintballs, with only one cutout sporting a red mark on its knee. Eren is upset, but he actually did pretty well considering he just learned this today. I can't help feeling a little nervous though. I just don't want him to get hurt.
As I leave the bathroom, still towel drying my hair, I see Eren coming down the hall with his own towel draped over his shoulder.
"Captain," he greets casually enough, but I don't miss his eyes flicking down to my bare chest briefly.
"Come by my quarters after your shower. I need to brief you again, because god knows everything I said earlier today went right over your fucking head."
He nods and heads into the bathroom. Back in my quarters, I leave my door open, then pull on a tank top and run a brush quickly through my hair. Sitting at my desk, I pull out the mission specs and open the file. It's not too much later that there is a knock on my open door. Eren stands in the doorway, hair still damp, in his sweats and T-shirt.
"Come in," I tell him, looking back down at the file.
Eren closes the door behind himself, then instead of sitting in the chair on the other side of my desk, he plops down onto my perfectly made bed, leaning back with his hands splayed on the mattress. He crosses his ankles and watches me, not saying a word. God why does he have to be so fucking cute?
"What were your questions from earlier?" I ask him, leaning back in my chair and crossing one knee over the other.
"Uhm, on day one... I mean day two, you said we're going to set up a perimeter. How do we do that?" he asks.
"When we're in one place for longer than a week, we set out small devices surrounding our location, usually with about a fifty yard radius. They'll send a signal to a receiver if something crosses this perimeter. Day two will be planting and hiding these perimeter alarms and setting up camp."
He nods. "Okay, and then what's the difference between long distance and short distance observations?"
I exhale sharply, tilting my head back and pinching the bridge of my nose. "Did you not pay attention at all during Eld's lessons?"
"I did! I just meant, for this particular assignment," he says, looking down at his feet.
"It'll be pretty basic. Long distance observation is monitoring enemy numbers and patrol patterns, shift changes, observing weaker and stronger combatants, weak and strong points in the patrol. Short distance is observing base procedures, combatant ranks, heavy traffic areas, communication patterns."
"So everything Eld already told me."
I frown. "Yes, everything Eld already told you."
"Okay," he says with a giggle. I want to strangle him and kiss him at the same time.
"Did you have any more questions, brat?" I ask, closing the file and tossing on top of my desk.
"Uhm, yeah, I do have one more question," he says, and suddenly his tone is much more serious. He leans forward towards me, his elbows resting on his knees and his hands clasped together. "With the hit... what did you mean by 'if I fail'?"
"If I get killed or if I simply fail to complete the hit," I answer. I can't sugarcoat anything with him, as much as I want to. He needs to be prepared.
He nods, but looks disturbed.
"Don't worry too much about that," I tell him. "Most likely, you will be left on that day to guard the site and coordinate our pick up. And just so you know, I've failed to complete a hit only a handful of times, and none were due to my lack of skill or any imminent danger to myself. I can handle myself. I want you to worry about yourself. Don't do anything stupid and get yourself killed."
"I won't. At least, I'll try not to."
"Anymore questions?"
"I'll probably have more questions later, but for now I think I've got it," he says.
"Good," I reply, standing and crossing the small room.
His eyes widen slightly as I push him back onto the bed and climb on top of him. We're both tense, both a little nervous for the upcoming assignment. We could use a little stress relief. That, and when we deploy, we won't be able to be intimate for two weeks until we get back. I'm going to take advantage of the time we have together now, and try not to think about the upcoming assignment. Eren does a very good job of keeping it off my mind.
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