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It’d been a long day at the trenches. Quite a few more soldiers got rezzed. One of those soldiers being Carrie who still hasn’t returned from the rezzer. The nurse said she’d have to do a check up with him right after he was done because of the absurd amount of times he’s been rezzed today but this does little to ease Warwick’s worries.
“He should’ve listened to me and been more careful. Maybe I should hav-“ Warwick thought before cutting himself off. Laying in bed while thinking of “what-if” situations isn’t changing anything. What’s done is done and he should probably go check up on Carrie if he’s so worried. So he did.
Getting up and hopping out of bed, he glanced at a sleeping tired Mophead and then at an equally tired Munroe who was still awake.
“Going out for a walk” Warwick said.
Munroe could sense he was tense and he didn’t pry further his superior so he gave him a quick nod in response.
Warwick slowly made his way to the nurse through the empty halls. It’s expected that there’s barely anyone here after all it’s the few hours of rest that they get and everyone’s usually exhausted. Just a few feet away from the door Warwick could hear scolding. It was definitely the nurse’s voice.
“Yeah, yeah, I get it. I’ll be more careful next time. Now, can I go?” Carries muffled voice carried through the walls.
“Fine! But don’t say you didn’t get any warnings. Be on your way, and be careful.” The nurse replied, clearly tired of Carrie’s attitude.
Warwick waited out by the door as Carrie would presumably be out the office soon.
“What are ya doing out here? Were you waiting for me?” Carrie mocked. His voice dripping with a sarcasm.
“Heard you were rezzed through hell and back. Thought I should check up on you” Warwick said ignoring his sarcasm as they walked side by side down the hall.
“Whatever, you’re not my father.”
“No, but I am your…“ Warwick’s voice trailed off. What are they? Friends? Colleagues? Another word was at the tip of his tongue but wouldn’t dare think it. He wouldn’t get his hopes up.
“… My what, Warwick?”
“Nothing…”
“You know we can’t dance around this forever…” Carrie’s words had his heart pounding in his chest. Warwick bit his tongue. He really didn’t want to ruin what they had but he wasn’t quite sure how else to answer.
“What do you think we are?” Warwick replied, his words careful and maybe even a bit shaky.
“We’re soldiers aren’t we?”
“You know what I mean”
“Wh… what do you want this to be?” Warwick doesn’t think he’s heard Carrie sound this vulnerable in public before.
“Do you want to be… together?”
“Aren’t we already?” Carrie is trying his damn hardest to not back way, to not keep his walls up high.
He knows what they both want. Carrie suddenly stops in his tracks, giving a look around to see if there’s anyone there to spot them. He turned to Warwick and grabbed his face like he’d done many when they were alone and pressed their faces together. The kiss hadn’t lasted long before they broke apart in fear of getting caught.
“Is what we are gonna change anything between us?” Carrie breathed his voice low and as soft as a it could get.
“Never.” Warwick replied before they quickly broke away from each other’s bodies and looked around only to still see an empty hallway. A wave of relief and exhaustion crashed over them as they continued their way back. They both crashed into their own respective beds for the night to not wake the other two soldiers.