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“... Yes, but that doesn’t excuse you trying to kiss me-!” Blitz spat out with as straight of a face as he could manage. Not succeeding well, both Bandit and IQ could see the laughter bubbling out of his eyes.
“For the last time shithead, I wasn’t trying to kiss you!-” Bandit grit through a clenched jaw.
“Yeah right! You leaned in so confidentiality, I could smell your boyfriends' after-shave you were so close,”
Dominic scoffed. Elias had been teasing him for the better part of an hour now after he’d dozed off sitting next to the guy. IQ had been briefing the two Germans for the upcoming “Tournament of the Terre” Dokkebi had so named. It was an exercise Six had dreamt up to try and bring the different sectors of Rainbow together through a series of group challenges. The groups being divided by your country of origin.
Harrys plan consisted of each major sector or Rainbow, namely the GSG9, GIGN, SAS, FBI, Spetsnaz, and a few others being thrown into situations they'd yet to go over properly in training and with little information to try and see who could adapt the quickest with their teammates.
Oh, and the one catch? Your entire team had to make it out 'alive'.
Though Harry had said otherwise, it was clear from the beginning that this was Harrys first attempt to mend the ongoing war between the two french operators Lion and Doc. This didn't mean the GSG 9 was looking forward to it any less.
There were three Germans, all from the GSG 9 force, who were fortunately already pretty close. Monika was lazy and antisocial but held the trio together when Elias and Dominic butt heads. A simple chemistry that ensured a mutual friend from their colleagues. Easy.
This, however, didn’t take into account that Elias’ voice could piss the pope off with a single word. He had mastered the art of passive-aggressive teasing and could make a joke from anything. This was usually welcomed. It helped lessen stress among the small group. Except Dominic wasn’t quite enjoying it at the moment.
He’d made the mistake of letting himself drift as Monika's monologue stretched on. He was sitting nearly shoulder to shoulder with Elias on the small, decrepit sofa Rainbow had provided for the GSG 9s office/workspace. Unsurprisingly, his body slumped towards Blitz who, hungry for any sort of entertainment, started claiming Bandit had been flirting with him and was trying to kiss him.
“Remember last week when you were staring right into my eyes during lunch? Daydreaming about throwing me onto your bed, ja?” Elias tauntingly drawled, crossing his arms across his simple t-shirt while he leaned against the wall.
“I already told you Olivier had pantsed Gustave. I was looking over your shoulder until you moved your ugly-ass face into my line of sight,”
“Oh, so it’s my fault huh? Looks like you’re trying to divert the subject onto me again?”
Dominic swallowed hard. He couldn’t keep this up for much longer. Blitz let a smug smile drag across his face as he waited for a response. Not getting one, he continued.
“God and here you are staring again. It’s okay if you’re gay buddy. Just admit it!”
“I’m not fucking gay,” Dominic spat out.
“There’s no shame in it Dom. We’re here to support you-”
“I’m not a fucking faggot!” Dominic was virtually frothing at the mouth as his eyes pierced the other man.
“You fucking are and you know it!” Blitz laughed in the most mocking tone he could produce while pushing himself away from the wall and knocking Dominic on the shoulder a little too hard.
It was that little gesture that made Bandit snap. His full body turned away from Elias with rage, his fist leading the way. He didn’t know what he was going to hit. It was more of a blind punch directed at the wall. Maybe Dominic could put a hole through the wall or punch a monitor or something. That would surely make Blitz stop, right?
Dominic was expecting to destroy the drywall behind him. What he didn’t expect was for his first to go flying full force at the dazed face of some guy he’d never seen before in his life. The man, to his credit, reacted fast, ducking just enough for the fist to land square on his forehead instead of shattering his nose.
And just like that, the trio of conscious Germans watched some scrawny brunette in a simple green sweatshirt and jeans get slammed against the wall behind him, slide to the ground with a shuddered breath, and slump over unconsciously.
This would be Dominics first meeting with Marius “Jäger” Streicher.