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You could barely see anything in the dark. For now, it was pure shadows. You heard a shuffle from behind you amidst all the chaos outside, and you quickly turned around. Shit.
If this day couldn't have gotten any worse. Standing behind you was a familiar face, but not someone you wanted to know exactly. Graves had been a long time friend (or more.) of yours until Shadow Company had basically betrayed the 141. And Graves didn't even flinch as he politely told you all to fuck off.
"Nice surprise, its good seeing you again." It seems he had misunderstood that you two were no longer friends. "Dont be friendly, Graves. I have a gun and I will use it." You tried to sound threatening, hoping you wouldn't actually have to use the gun. Graves stepped closer to where you held him at gunpoint, a calm expression on his face. "Do it." He whispered.
You couldn't. More importantly, you wouldn't. If you were to kill him, it'd be your choice. But that may have changed, since the last time you saw each other. He was now letting himself at gunpoint, trusting you wouldn't shoot. And you wished really badly you could.
He smirked wildly, and backed away. "I know you too well." He chuckled. You wanted so bad to be angry at him, to actually fucking shoot him, but you couldn't bring yourself to. You toppled him to the ground, eyes blazing with pent up anger and maybe even envy. "Shut the fuck up." You growled, but there was a faint hint of softness, and your voice faltered. Graves was still grinning ear to ear, and you groaned. "Make me, pussy." He taunted. And oh, it was on. Your lips crashed hard against his, barely even a kiss with the rage spilling from it. He kissed back, this time a bit softer. You bit his lip hard enough to leave blood, licking it up from his bottom lip. He smelled like cigarettes and cheap cologne-maybe even honey, and you fucking loved it.
As you both pulled away panting, you realized that maybe kissing isn't something enemies do. But you two were not friends, is all you can say.