I have to apologize for taking so long with this. I just sort of lost my inspiration. But I'm back on an RvB kick, and this was a ridiculous amount of fun to write. XD
There will be at least one more chapter!
As soon as Simmons had left, Grif had raced up to the top of the base with unusual speed and picked up the sniper rifle. Standing near the edge of the roof, he watched the maroon soldier until he was out of sight, at which point he brought up the rifle and continued to watch through the scope. It was disappointing at first, Grif had expected the Blues to see Simmons coming and like, shoot at him or something, but instead it seemed as though they weren't home. He gave a huffy sigh but kept watching, just in case. It ended up being worth it when he saw the other man enter the building and wind up surrounded. Of course, not much could be seen from this angle, but he got enough; he could see the guns pointed at the kiss-ass on either side, though his view was soon obstructed further when the teal guy went in to ambush the other red from behind. It was still so, so good though. Grif was having trouble holding the sniper rifle straight at this point thanks to the girly giggles that were now excitedly escaping his mouth. Once the men all disappeared from view, taking Simmons to their dungeon, or whatever, the orange soldier dropped the gun and continued to giggle, now practically bouncing as he imagined the exchanges that were taking place.
Due to all of the laughing, Grif was unable to hear the approach of one of the reds that had remained behind. Seemingly attracted by the giggles, a man in pink armour, smiling like a dope as he pulled his helmet off, walked up to Grif.
"What's so funny?" Donut asked, eager to be in on the joke.
The other man's voice startled Grif, causing him to jump. "Fuck! Dude, don't sneak up on people like that!" He shouted as he whipped around to face the rookie. He was swearing more internally as he realized that Donut had heard him laughing; now he'd have to either explain everything or come up with a made up reason for the laughter. But..aw man, this was so funny, it needed to be shared.
"Sorry, I thought you would have heard me," the pink private apologized, watching as the lazy man took off his helmet as well. "But what's the joke? Tell me, please! It sounded awesome from the way you were giggling."
"First of all, I was not giggling. My laugh is extremely manly," Grif said, holding up one finger to count off his statements. "And second...Yeah, fuck it, all right. I'll tell ya. I sent Simmons over to the Blue base, telling him that it was a secret mission from Sarge, and he bought it! He went over there and got ambushed by those idiots, and now they've taken him into their base!" He started laughing all over again, now picturing the look on Simmons' face. He half-wished that he had been there to see it, it definitely would have been a classic.
"What?" Donut gasped, his hand slapping over his mouth, appearing completely appalled. "Grif, that's awful!"
The other man frowned. That was not the reaction he had been expecting. "Not it's not! He was being annoying, he totally deserved it." Grif defended himself, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes at the rookie.
"But what if they shoot him or something?" Donut protested, shaking his head.
"Donut, you were captured by the Blues before, and you were fine. What did they do with you again?"
"...Caboose and I played truth or dare..."
"Exactly. He'll be fine," Grif waved it off and smirked. That is, until a gunshot echoed through the canyon.
The two men were silent for a moment, eyes wide and staring at each other.
"Well, shit."
Simmons couldn't help but feel a twinge of worry as he was pushed along down the hallway of the Blue base. Okay, it was more than a twinge. He was not only at the mercy of idiots, but they were also idiots with guns.
Hopefully his team would get here soon.
He was jerked to a halt when they reached a big, empty room in the middle of the base. Now able to get out of a single file line, the Blues once more surrounded the Red soldier. There was silence for a moment until Caboose took his helmet off and cocked his head to the side.
Sensing the blonde's curiosity, Tucker turned to Church. "So...now what?" He asked.
This seemed to stump the cobalt soldier for a moment. "Er...I dunno. It's not often that we actually manage to catch one of 'em," he said finally, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. "But for just wandering into out base like that, you deserve it. I mean really, how fucken stupid are you?" The last bit was, of course, aimed at Simmons who was now fuming under his helmet.
"Yeah, because you guys are a bunch of geniuses!" The Red snapped.
"Whoa man, easy! Is that hostility I'm picking up? You might want to be careful, we might just decide to shoot you," Church returned sarcastically, smirking beneath his helmet.
"Yeah, we could just shoot him. That would be the easiest," Tucker pointed out.
"I think we should make him play board games with one of us. Some people here like board games, but no one else likes to play them with him," Caboose said, eyes shifting back and forth.
"Shut up, Caboose." Church growled. Though, thinking about it, he realized that playing board games with the idiot blue would be a really good form of torture. So good that he'd feel too bad for the Red; there was no way he could subject anyone to that.
Simmons quickly lost interest in the chattering of the enemy team and sighed. Man, these guys bickered even more than his own damn team, and he hadn't believed that to be possible. These idiots were breaking all kinds of records today.
"We could keep him here and interrogate him, or some shit," Tucker suggest with a shrug. "Maybe the Red team has some secrets or something we could use to our advantage."
"No, I still like that board game idea," Caboose said, shaking his head.
"Yeah, and we're not fucking doing that!" Church spat at the blue soldier. "Hmm... The interrogation thing might work. We could do that and maybe use him as leverage, get the Reds to surrender or...give us something."
"Yeah dude! That'll work," Tucked agreed, nodding.
"I'll go get the Monopoly board!" Caboose yelled happily, apparently not realizing that the teal soldier had been talking to Church rather than him. He quickly raced out of the room, dropping his gun on the floor as he left.
"...Why don't you just shoot him?" Simmons asked, raising a brow and glancing at the other two Blues.
Church, who's face was now in his palm, shook his head slowly. "I don't know anymore," he muttered.
"...It's complicated," Tucker replied. "Now...what are we gonna ask for?" Turning to his teammate, the teal soldier shifted his stance to a more comfortable one.
As the two enemy soldiers began to discuss what they were going to trade Simmons for, the taller man was slowly inching his way toward the gun that the moron had dropped. The two were completely distracted now, arguing over something Simmons didn't care about, so he shrugged and just reached down for the gun. With a smirk, he lifted it and aimed it at the Blues. They took no notice. He could have shot them both right there, and they'd have been none the wiser.
Not actually wanting to kill, the maroon soldier just cleared his throat. Church and Tucker both turned to look at him and were quite shocked to see him with a gun.
"Son of a bitch!" Church shouted, taking a few steps back.
"Dude, I don't even want to know where you pulled that from," Tucker added, shaking his head.
"Your idiot teammate left it on the ground!" Simmons grimaced. How could they be so bloody oblivious?
"Wait...That's Caboose's gun?" The cobalt soldier asked, pointing at the gun. When the Red nodded the affirmative, the two Blues burst out into a fit of laughter.
"Oh god no, don't do it!" Tucked shrieked sarcastically.
"No, no, no, let him do it!" Church chuckled. "Come on Red, shoot me!"
Simmons had to admit that he was a little put off by the laughter, not understanding what was so funny. With a shrug, he pulled the trigger, causing the gun to emit a small popping sound. The Red stood there for a moment, just staring at the gun.
"It's...it's a cap gun?" He asked, glancing back up at the other two, both of whom were snorting and wheezing, practically on the floor with all of their amusement.
"Yeah! You don't think we'd let someone like that have a real gun anymore, do you?" Church panted after a moment, finally recovering from the fit of laughter.
Suddenly, Caboose reappeared in the doorway with an opened Monopoly box in hand. Bits and pieces of the game littered the ground behind him and paper money fluttered to the ground, all of which left a trail from his room to where he was standing. The blonde's eyes were wide and quickly assessed the situation.
"I heard shooting!" He shouted. Spotting his gun in Simmons' hands, the Blue launched himself at the enemy soldier. "No one shoots Church but me!"
Turning just in time to be slammed into by Caboose, Simmons stumbled and bumped into Tucker, who in turn fumbled, trying to stay upright. In the confusion, the teal soldier wound up squeezing the trigger of his very real gun, which issued a loud bang that was followed by the thump of Tucker's body hitting the ground.
"Oh, son of a fucking bitch! You have got to be kidding me!" Church shouted. Curious, ears ringing, Simmons pulled himself up and glanced over at the swearing blue and spotted what was causing the shouting. Blood was running down the Blue's leg as he clutched it and fell over, still cussing away.
Tucker pulled himself up next, one hand on his head. Shaking it clear, he blinked a few times, trying to register everything that had just happened. Spotting his injured teammate, he swore and raced over to Church.
"Shit dude, I am so sorry!" He repeated this over and over, though later he would be tempted to shoot the other man again.
"This...this is all your fault Caboose," Church snarled, glaring over at the blonde. "AGAIN."