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Crash adjusted the weight of his rifle against his shoulder, the familiar bulk of his armor creaking slightly with the motion.
Across the clearing, Peanut was laughing, actually laughing , through the comms, his yellowish armor catching the fading orange light of the setting sun just right.
It glinted along the edges of his battered plates, highlighting the scratches and burns.
Crash froze.
Not because of an incoming call.
Not because of a tactical alert blaring in his HUD.
Because suddenly,
violently
, he realized that
Peanut was
fucking
adorable
.
His chest tightened under his armor.
His heart stuttered like a plasma pistol on low battery.
Oh no.
Oh no no no.
Gay panic.
Full-blown, catastrophic, catastrophic gay panic.
"Crash? You good, man?" Peanut asked, turning to him, helmet tucked under his arm, messy blond red hair sticking to his forehead.
“Yea in fine, fuck off” Crash snaps quickly
Turning around and walking the other direction.