He's staring at you again, and you can see it from the corner of your eye.
You quietly smile, as you read through the paperwork, keeping the illusion that you're occupied by the work.
But he's a clever man, you know he can see through you. So after a few minutes of waiting, you break the silence.
"What is it, Captain?" You asked him while sparing him no glance, "Does something bother you?"
"Nothing." You heard him say, "It's nothing."
"Sure you have nothing in mind?" You replied as you put a file aside, "You know you can talk to me about anything. I'm all ears."
He seems to contemplate it for a moment, before he decides to speak. "Why do you wear red lipstick?"
You raise your brow upon hearing the question, "It helps me feel more confident." You tap the papers against the table to even them out.
"Did it help you feel 'more' confident when you left a mark on the inner part of my sleeve?"
You hold back your smile as you compile the paperwork together, "Well, how can you be sure that was me?"
"Because you're the only woman who wears red lipstick." He stated, "And the only one who bothers enough to notice my habit to roll up the cuff, so I can see my watch easily."
You chuckle as you turn your head to see him, "It's for good luck."
He furrows his brows at you, "Care to explain?"
"You've been a soldier before, John, surely you knew about a woman's kiss as a lucky charm?"
"I know." He replied, "But they carried it inside their handkerchiefs."
"Well, do you have it? The handkerchief?"
"... No."
You smile as you deliver the file to his desk, keeping your gaze on him as he watches you walk closer. His eyes follow your hand, as you place the report in front of him. "Is that all, Captain?"
He searches your face, before he leans back against the chair. "Say," He began, "What crossed your mind when you held my uniform in your hands? Did you wish for my safety, or did you want me to notice?"
"I can't see why it can't be both, sir."
He cocks his head, and a small smirk begins to form on his lips, "You're quite bold, aren't you?"
"It's just the work of the charm." You coyly said, "Wipe my lipstick off, and I wouldn't even have the courage to look you in the eye."
He tilted his head, before patting the top of his thigh.
"Shall we find out?"
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fic idea that i would like to write but never will
Rookie getting hurt on a mission and now being in coma and ghost spends most of his time in their room taking care of them. just rubbing lotion into their skin, moving muscles so they wouldn't atrophy
the rest of the tf141 cathing up on his behaviour and coming to see him and rookie more and more
Gaz softly reading his favourite books to rookie and whoever is in the room at the time
Soap being the biggest gossip and just chatting about the newest juicy stuff that's happened on the base
and Price. poor price feeling like an utter failure everytime he steps into that room. watching how his boys cope with all this shit. trying to be there for them but losing bits of himself to sorrow
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