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[66] Mitchell || Call of Duty: Advanced Warfare

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It was rather obvious that both men liked you. You'd been apart of the team at Atlas only a little longer than Mitchell, and Gideon had taken a liking to you. Mostly because of your 'take no shit' attitude. You reminded him of Ilona.

Mitchell, on the other hand, rarely showed his affections. A smile here and there was mostly it, along with perhaps a few compliments during training. On missions, however, he was a different person. He became intensely protective of you, making sure you were in his line of sight at all times. Ilona thought it was hilarious.

During your off time, you would spend most of it alone, reminiscing over your spoiled past. Your family was lost to the radiation caused by KVA's destruction of the Nuclear power plant, but you survived as your team was pulled out in time to avoid the blast. It pained you that you couldn't save them. "Evening, Y/N."

The sound of Mitchell's voice made you drop the picture of your family, but it landed on your bed rather than the floor. "Jesus Mitchell," You scolded him, a hand hovering over your heart as it thumped wildly. Not many people could sneak up on you, but Mitchell was an exception. You don't know how he did it, but he could always sneak up on you. "Sorry," He mumbled, leaning against the doorway to your room.

Situated in the dormitories building, you were opposite Ilona, with Mitchell and Gideon a few doors down. "What're you doing up this late?" You questioned Mitchell, who looked tired. Both mentally and physically. "Couldn't sleep." He gave the reply, yawning mid-sentence. You couldn't blame him. The last mission to retrieve Dr Pierre Danois from downtown Detroit was pretty damn intense.

"Need someone to sit with?" You offered, smiling when Mitchell nodded. He stumbled into your room, shutting the door behind him. He was dressed in his boxers and a t-shirt, but it didn't bother you. Mitchell climbed onto your bed without hesitation, resting his head against your shoulder. You didn't know whether you cared for him as a friend or more. But in that moment, it didn't matter.

You ran your fingers through his hair, and it wasn't long before his head grew heavy against your shoulder, and you had to gently rest him back on your bed. You took one last look at the photograph of your family, before lying down beside Mitchell, keeping a safe distance between the two of you as you pulled the sheets up to cover the both of you, murmuring a goodnight to Mitchell as you tried to get some sleep.