#yea i came up with a last name for him on a whim ghshg

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

bruh that last prompt/fic got me thinking… how about a fic about the captain walking in on mac trying on their clothes/armor? 👀 not asking for you to write that scene out from the previous one unless you want to. was thinking a different scenario but hey it’s your fic! great stuff btw

“Captain, unauthorized personnel have entered the Armory.”

“Ugh..Computer, tell me who.”

“Co-Head Engineer Mack Patterson.”

"...I was kinda hoping it was Mark..but I’ll see what he’s up to, thank you.” With a huff, you made your way to the ship’s armory, wondering what the hell Mack was doing there and what he was up to this time.

‘He thinks he can just run around because he’s another head engineer? I don’t fucking think so..’

You were already a bit annoyed as-is, you really didn’t need him adding onto today’s stresses. Yet somehow he always found a way to get on your nerves, especially with his nonstop nagging about being the captain instead of you.

But why was he in the armory? Only ADS personnel, Mark, and you were allowed in there. 

Maybe he was just stealing a gun to upgrade. ‘But he doesn’t like handling guns though-’

“Stupid suit..I’ll show the cap anyone can wear this...!!”

Silent, you stood at the now-opened door and saw that Mack had taken pieces of your space armor out of its containment. 

You would’ve been yelling at him right now..if not for the fact he was struggling to move around in your boots and was putting on the helmet. His voice was slightly echoing as he held it with shaking hands, unable to see out of it.

This was so amusing that you nearly gave yourself away by laughing.

“How do they see outta this thing?!”

“For one, you got it on backwards.” You finally decided to walk in.

Mack jumped at your voice, before feeling two hands lift the helmet off his head, and he saw you there, smiling. He immediately tensed up, looking extremely flustered. “Cap!! I..uh..how did you know I was here?”

“Computer told me.”

He huffed. ‘Stupid robot, always snitching...’

“So what were you doing in here, Mack?” You put the helmet back on its stand. “Trying to play dress-up with my suit?”

“No, that’s ridiculous. I was just...” For a second he paused, trying to come up with an excuse. “Checking your helmet for dust-”

“It’s self-cleaning.”

“.......”

“You know, it’s cute how hard you try.” Smiling, you returned to him and patted his arm, before looking down at the boots he still had on. “But please remove those boots before you injure yourself.”

The prideful head engineer, however, took offense to your concerns and scoffed loudly. “Don’t chastise me!! I can wear these better than you any day!”

“Mack, I have no time for your arrogance. Take those off now.” You were starting to get annoyed.

“You’ll have to make m-!!!”

But in his efforts to storm away, his legs didn’t cooperate with the rest of his body as he fell forwards. Fortunately you caught him, sighing. “This is what I was talking about, Mack Pat.”

He just stood there, leaning against you with a face red with embarrassment. “H-How can you walk in these like it’s nothing?”

“Because I’ve been working out for a long time, just so my body can support it. So unless you’re willing to push yourself into doing rigorous physical exercise every single day..you’re in no position to tell me if I’m worthy of wearing the suit.”

"....your biggest mistake was not making it out of lighter material, like carbon fiber.” Mack grumbled. “Can I modify it so it’s easier for you to wear?”

“No, only Mark can make modifications. And if I catch you messing with it again, you’ll be on bathroom duty for a week.”

“That’s not fair!!!”

“I’ll make it two if you wanna keep whining.”

“...fine..can you help me out of these boots, cap?”

“Of course.”