#my arms are injured but decided to say something and doodled this quickly luckily i dont have to return to the hospital

[masterattendanthuang]

feel like i had to clarify something here because of tags

i did not draw this with just grian in mind^^ this is a beautiful poly relationship pls respect that

happy pride everyone i offer this to yall

grub exclusive before i go eep gnight

[dantesunbreaker]

Spectre & Toxin

@ruaniamh Here is my take on how Toxin and Spectre became friends. I drew a little inspiration from the doodle you made a while ago of them. Hope you enjoy it!

“It’s Toxin, right?” Spectre spots the British woman sitting with an open spot beside her on the helicopter as they all are returning from a mission. Spectre decides to eagerly plant herself right down beside her. “I’ve seen you around before, but I don’t think we’ve had the privilege to meet yet. I’m Spectre, or Quinn if we’re being casual.” Her words are punctuated with a soft giggle, smiling up at Toxin.

The sudden appearance of Spectre and her bubbling personality catches Toxin off guard, causing her jaw to nearly drop. Luckily with her gas mask still firmly in place it doesn’t read at all on her face. Only the slight widening of her crystal blue eyes shows anything to the outside world. Certainly she wasn’t expecting this when she boarded the helicopter after her mission. How could somebody still be so lively after an exhausting mission such as the one they just finished?

“Yes, my callsign is Toxin,” she looks at the lavender haired woman from the corner of her eyes, turning her head only enough to see her. “You can call me Imogen though. Lovely meeting ya,” she takes the time to offer her hand, shaking Spectre’s before turning back to face the other way.

At that, Toxin thinks it is the end of the conversation with the other woman, but oh is she so wrong about that. Spectre only seems encouraged at the response from Toxin. Moving closer, Spectre is nearly leaning against Toxin’s arm as she looks up at her.

“Oh that is such a beautifully unique name. I love it,” it seems like she begins to talk a mile a minute. “Where are you from? Where did you grow up? What made you join Rainbow Six?” Spectre keeps firing question after question, never actually giving Toxin the time to properly answer one before the next one comes. It sends Toxin’s head spinning a bit.

Only when the helicopter lands and everyone dispatches to grab their gear do the questions stop, allowing Toxin to quickly flee the scene. It doesn't appear that Spectre ever even noticed the awkwardness of the other woman. As far as she is aware, it was a very engaging conversation enjoyed by both of them. Spectre is left feeling that this is the budding of a new relationship that has the potential to be the best of friendships. Even if she is a bit more excitable and outgoing, and Toxin seems a bit more reserved Spectre is sure they will become good friends in no time.

It isn’t until a few weeks later that Spectre manages to cross paths with Toxin yet again. Both of them seem to be constantly jumping from mission to mission. When Spectre spots Toxin entering the kitchen still fully geared up as she returns to base for a long break this time, she gets a bit excited. Jumping from her seat, Spectre rushes up to the British woman. Toxin is a bit startled as she sees somebody hurtling towards her, but she quickly recognizes it as Spectre. With a sigh, she smashes down the instinct to run.

“Hey Imogen,” Spectre greets with a soft smile and giggle, lifting her finger to poke Toxin’s cheek. Since Toxin still has her gas mask on, she ends up just poking the hard plastic instead. This causes Toxin to pause once again to give the other woman a strange look. “Did you just get back from a mission?”

Taking off the mask and hooking it to one of the latches along her suit, Toxin turns towards the other woman. “Yes. Can I help ya, Quinn?” Toxin asks as she raises a rather inquisitive brow at her.

“Nope, I just wanted to come say hello,” Spectre smiles as she reaches up to poke her again, this time making contact with her actual skin. It seems she ignores the brief frown it causes. “Although I was hoping that we could maybe hang out. I would love to spend some time together.”

Frowning even further, Toxin turns to look away for a brief moment before looking back at Spectre again. ”You remind me a lot of my younger siblings. They always ask too many questions and never know when to leave somebody alone,” the tone of her voice is a bit strange. Spectre doesn’t know whether Toxin is angry, annoyed, or just upset. Either way, it brings a frown to Spectre’s usually smiling face.

“Oh… I’m sorry. I’ll leave you alone then.”

Toxin’s hand is reaching to grasp Spectre’s arm just as she turns to walk away, halting her in spot. An almost pained look is on her face, and she seems a little upset with herself.

“That isn’t… That wasn’t meant to sound like a bad thing,” releasing Spectre’s arm, Toxin straightens out and scratches the back of her head awkwardly. “I’m sorry. Just I miss them a lot and you remind me so much of them. Would ya like to maybe go get lunch together? I would appreciate the company.” She gives a soft smile, and it looks genuine.

Instantly Spectre is smiling again, nodding as she reaches to take the arm that Toxin offers out to her. “Of course, I would love to have lunch with you!”

“Come on back to my quarters with me first?” Toxin asks a bit cautiously, hoping she doesn’t take it as something it isn’t. “I just need to change into something a bit more comfortable, then we can go wherever you would like.” Laughing, Spectre assures her that it is completely alright. There is no need to worry about offending her or making her think she is flirting, seeing as Spectre already knows about Toxin’s budding relationship with Smoke.

Their lunch together goes incredibly well, leaving both of them with aching guts and cheeks from all the smiling and laughing they do together. It seems that Spectre was right all along, because already they feel as if their friendship is growing so strong. But soon, a bit sooner than really expected, Spectre finds herself in a position where she feels the need to test the strength of their friendship. Her day goes horribly wrong, an unsuccessful mission that ends up being an utter failure. While it is a miracle that nobody was severely injured, it still leaves Spectre feeling down in the dumps. Normally she would go to Blitz for comfort, but all the GSG 9 operators are away on missions. Thus, Toxin is her next best option. It has only been a few weeks since their first lunch together, but Spectre feels as if she has nobody else to turn to in her time of need.

So Spectre finds herself awkwardly standing at the door to Toxin’s on-base apartment, arm half raised as she second guesses whether or not she should knock. Does she really want to appear weak in front of someone who seems so strong? Would Toxin be annoyed and think her even more childish? Spectre hopes that won’t be the case. If the roles were reversed, she would hope that Toxin would feel confident in coming to her for comfort and support. So Spectre continues to raise her fist and knocks gently on the door.

Much to the surprise of Spectre, Smoke is the one to answer the door, standing in the frame in his casual clothes. “Roach, what can…,” upon seeing the look of distress on Spectre’s face, his question cuts off and a look of concern seeps into his features.

“Is Imogen here?” the Brit is surprised by how defeated her voice sounds as she glances down at her feet. Smoke doesn’t know Spectre very well. But from what he has seen during the brief few times he has stuck around with Toxin when the two women were hanging out, he knows that she is usually very eccentric and out there. There is nothing energetic about the woman standing in front of him.

“Of course, come in,” Smoke steps aside and allows the Canadian woman to enter Toxin’s apartment. Knowing the setup, Spectre walks straight towards the couch where she spots Toxin reclining as she hears Smoke close the door.

At the noise, Toxin turns to give Smoke a questioning look, but when she spots Spectre standing there looking near miserable she frowns and jumps to her feet.

“Quinn, what’s wrong? Did somebody hurt you? I swear I’ll take care of ‘em,” Toxin is standing in front of Spectre in a matter of seconds, eyes worriedly scanning her over for any injuries as her hands go to rest on her shoulders.

Not wanting to pry on what could be a very private or emotional conversation, Smoke respectfully walks past the pair of women so that he can go sit in the bedroom. At the moment, Spectre is a little more important than whatever his plans were with Toxin.

“No, it was just a crappy mission,” Spectre sighs into Toxin’s shoulder as she is pulled in for a tight and comforting embrace. She responds in kind, looping her arms around the other woman’s waist. “Just feeling a bit like a failure, you know? Maybe if I had done things a little different we wouldn’t have lost the container.”

“No talking like that, alright?” Toxin pulls back just enough so that she can look in Spectre’s eyes, her gaze firm and intense. There is no arguing with her. “You aren’t a failure. Everyone has bad missions every now and again. Don’t worry about it.”

For a few more moments, the two women simply hold each other as Spectre tries to calm herself down. Toxin’s words have surprisingly really helped give her that little bit of a confidence boost. Nobody is ever perfect. She knows this already.

“How about we do something to take your mind off it? Do you like ice cream?” pulling away from the hug, Toxin gives a gentle smile as Spectre laughs with a swift nod of her head. “Come on, I know where Dominic keeps his stash of the good stuff. I’m sure he won’t mind. He owes me anyways.”

“Sounds great, lead away,” Spectre is almost back to her normal bubbly self as she moves to let Toxin lead them out. Just as they are about to leave the apartment, she remembers that she obviously had interrupted something though. “Oh Imogen, I’m so sorry. Did I ruin your date night?”

Chuckling, Toxin shakes her head. “It is fine, James really doesn’t mind. The rest of the boys were running extra miles on the track, and he didn’t want to join. But if you’d like, I can ask if he would like to join us for ice cream? There is always more than enough to go around.”

Spectre smiles again, giving her a nod of approval. It turns out that Bandit doesn’t actually hide his secret stash of luxury chocolate ice cream anywhere special. Instead he keeps it inside of a container that nobody would ever think to look inside. The two Brits and Spectre happily spend their night indulging themselves on the sweet chocolaty confection until Spectre’s mood improves and they are all feeling better.

“Thanks for being a good friend,” Spectre smiles as she wipes some chocolate from the corner of her mouth with her sleeve.

Toxin just chuckles as she leans against Smoke’s shoulder, who is still digging into his ice cream with vigor. “You aren’t just a friend, Quinn,” the British woman is still smiling. ”You are a sister. If you ever need anything, you can always come to me.”