Creativity Must Be Present {Oneshots for The Boiz(tm)}

The First Move ("Oops" Pt. 2)

Dexter Grif x FtM! Caboose's Brother! Reader

(Yup. You're probably thinking something like "he finally made a second part to this!" right? I'd feel the same way, too lol)

It had been around two weeks since the new recruits had been dropped in, and (Y/n) was settling in nicely with the rest of his team - Smithson's welcoming party wasn't nearly as...

Gun powdery as (Y/n)'s though.

Their "Rootin' Tootin' Gun Shootin' Rodeo" wasn't unpleasant though. He appreciated the gesture.

"Ready! Aim!" Sarge shouted commands as Simmons was adjusting the bazooka he had on his shoulder, aiming it right at the Blue's tank, Sheila.

"(Y/NNN)!!" As if on cue, The cobalt blue Caboose brother is running towards the Red Base.

"FIRE!"

"MICHAEL, WHAT THE-!" (Y/n) exclaimed, sprinting back towards his brother and tackling him to the ground as the missile fwoomed past them.

"Hi (Y/n)!" Michael cheered, waving as he smiled happily under his visor.

"...Hello, Mikey." The golden armored Private sighed, watching as the missile missed its target. The missile just.. lands in the dirt...

No explosion.

(Y/n) was pretty sure Lopez fucked with all the lethal weapons on purpose. It was for the best...

(Y/n) helped.

"Well, that's enough failure for me today," a familiar voice announced, his speach followed by an audible yawn.

"Follow me (Y/n), we're going on a break!"

"Are.. are there "breaks" in the Army?" The (shorter/taller) asked no one in particular.

Simmons opened his mouth to reply, but Grif beat him with a careless shrug when he wandered over to his new friend. Though he didn't think of him as a simple friend.

"Who cares? Oh wait, you do." The lazy Soldier snickered, carefully picking the Red Caboose up off the ground.

And no one noticed Tucker and Smithson had come along, picking up their teammate.

"Don't worry, Simmons. I'm sure we won't be long!" (Y/n) reassured, swinging an arm around Grif's shoulders and pulling him in close, then making their way back inside the base.

"He's been tainted." Sarge's K̶i̶s̶s̶-̶a̶s̶s̶ right hand squinted his eyes as he watched the two of them intensely.

Tucker, in a moment of "brilliancy", shouts at them.

"Don't forget to use protection, you two!" He snickered uncontrollably until Smithson smacked him upside the head.

"Leave them be, dumbass!" The blonde chuckled as he let his hand drop.

"Alright, alright! Let's go, Caboose number one."

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