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CAN I REQUEST THE READER AND BRAD STUCK IN THE HUMVEE ON PATROL OR SOMETHING AND THEYRE JUST TALKIN ABOUT WHAT THEYRE GONNA DO WHEN THEY GO HOME AND BRADS ALL...COME MY WAY WITH ME

AFTER I READ THIS I IMMEDIATELY HAD TO WRITE IT! SO CUTE :)

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Someone I Can Stand

Drawing your knee up to your chest, you adjusted your position in the driver’s seat of the humvee and rested the heel of your boot on the edge of your seat. Almost immediately, Brad reached over from his spot beside you and smacked your leg back down. “Get your dirty boots off of my humvee, Y/L/N.”

“Jesus, chill out, Iceman.” You chuckled slightly at your own pun. “My legs are starting to cramp up. We’ve been sitting in this damn vehicle for hours now.”

“Enough with the complaining already.” Brad huffed, his back turned to you as he directed his attention back to the horizon outside of his window. “Just think about something else to take your mind off of it.”

You rolled your eyes, but only because you knew Brad wouldn’t be able to see it. “Think about what?” you groaned, shifting once more in your seat. “All that’s on my mind is how tired I am, how hungry I am, and how much my goddamn legs hurt.”

Brad’s shoulders slumped and you could tell he was becoming physically annoyed with you. “Christ, I don’t know, Y/N. Think about going home or something. What do you miss most about home?”

Instantly, a smile spread across your face. “My bed.” You hummed softly as you thought back fondly on the days when you could sleep in and stay in bed all day. “I miss my shower too. Oh, and there’s this bakery just down the street from my apartment that has the best homemade apple fritters.”

“Sounds nice,” Brad commented, only half listening.

“What about you?” you inquired.

“What about me?”

“What do you miss from home?”

“Nothing.”

You scoffed. “Oh, come on, you seriously trying to tell me that the middle of the Iraqi desert offers your ideal lifestyle? There must be something you miss.”

“My bike.”

“Your bike?” You cocked a brow, suddenly picturing Brad Colbert riding a motorcycle and finding the image both fitting and odd at the same time. “Your bike, that’s good. Anything else?”

“Nope.”

You chuckled slightly before peering out your own window and watching as a lone goat trotted along a few meters away. “They really weren’t joking around when they gave you the nickname Iceman. There is nothing but stone cold ice in your veins, Brad Colbert.”

Brad sighed and drew his eye away from the scope on his gun. Then, slowly, he turned to you. “Where are you from again?”

“West Coast,” you answered. “Fun in the sun and all of that really cheery bullshit that would probably melt you right on the spot.”

“I don’t hate the sun.”

“No, you hate joy.”

“I don’t hate joy.”

You narrowed your eyes at Brad, almost daring him to say that again. “Really?”

“Yes.”

“Then come back to California with me after this,” you proposed, knowing full well he would never say yes anyway. Getting Brad Colbert to do something he didn’t want to do was like trying to get a cat to take a bath — it involved a lot of fighting and cursing and you never really ended up getting your way in the end anyway. “You could really use a few days on the beach, I think. You need to loosen up.”

Brad almost physically winced at that. “That sounds God awful.”

“See, you hate joy.”

“I don’t hate joy,” Brad insisted once more. “That just isn’t my idea of joy.”

“Okay then, what is?” You made sure to keep your eyes focused on your surroundings as you continued the conversation.

“Come back home with me and I’ll show you.”

You blinked a few times before finally finding words. “I thought you hated your home. I thought the only thing you missed was your bike.”

Brad shrugged. “It might not be so bad if there was actually someone I could stand there with me.”

You placed your hand over your heart and gasped. “You can stand me?” You feigned shock. “Brad, that is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

“Shut up.”

“Okay.” You laughed, catching the faint twitch of the corners of Brad’s mouth out of the corner of your eye. “But, just to clarify, do you actually want me to come back home with you or are we just shooting the shit here?”

“If you don’t want to come, don’t come,” he told you plainly. “If you want to come, come.”

You nodded. “And where exactly do you live?”

“You’ll see when we get there,” he stated. “But first, we have to survive here, so shut your trap and keep your eyes on the horizon. You’re getting almost as bad as Ray with your blabbering.”

“Yes, sir.” You smirked, turning your head back in the direction of your window. “Do you live somewhere nice?”

“No.”

“That’s okay.” You tapped your fingers against the steering wheel lightly. “I’m not going for the scenery anyway.”

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