Girl's Frontline: Guns for Hire [male OC x UMP45]

just, something...

[This chapter is a little NFSW sooo... you have been humbly warned]

A helicopter landed in the town's square, morning is approaching and some nice quiet winds aswell.

"Looks like its time to go home.." norman said looking the the helo, UMP45 excuses herself from the crowd as she ran towards her echelon, rocker peaced out and fell in with the rest of his mates

"Well what are we waiting for?"

" -sigh- embraking on helo." Stryker relayed, the stake squadron sets off for their outpost and why not enjoy the ride along the way? And a nice deserved break is always a welcome.

-timeskip-

The helicopter touched down in the helipad, next to a barn. Stryker and the rest hopped out of their ride and arrived back at the base

[GRIFFIN OUTPOST SO-9C]

"Sweet, sweet home!~" clover exclaims skipping around the path, stryker gets a pat in the back from kurtz, walking besides him, "get some rest man." He muttered, stryker gave him a thumbs up and nodded "will do.." he scoffed, norman said a farewell as he joined with the rest, he notices folke's awacs crew right outside the gates,

And just besides them are stretchers carrying injured Griffin and CPF personels "thc.." a voice calls for him to see rocker and his other squadmates pushing some cargo to somewhere else, "yo, give us a hand" he exclaimed gesturing at him

"Okay, okay.."

-meanwhile-

UMP45 stood around with the other T-dolls waiting for further instructions, "aaghhh.. i want to rest.." UMP9 groaned as she leaned her head on 45's shoulders. UMP45 pouted resting her head on top of her hands before noticing stryker with the rest

(OOOAAHH FUCK..!)

"Huh? What are they doing..?" 416 muttered seeing the men pushing one hell of a heavy load, "oh.. its dom" 45 smirks as she sees him, stryker suddenly slipped and fell flat on his face while rocker holds himself up with the crate trying to catch his breath, the girls chuckled at the scene...

"Hehe~ also, dom? You guys calling eachother-" UMP9 teased before her mouth was smutthered by 45 who then puts her in a chokehold,

"Learn to keep your mouth shut 9!"

(Mmpfhh! Hmm! Humhpf!)

"You two..." HK416 sighs whilst G11 slept on her lap,

"also G11, when are you gonna wake up!?.." she frustratingly exclaimed while shaking G11 around trying to wake her up "Imhm hunhry..." she mumbled before drooling all over HK416

" -sigh- "

-back to stryker-

"Thanks for the help lad" one of the soldiers replied to him,

"Yeah yeah fuck off." Stryker said waving goodbye as he entered the outpost where he met folke waiting around an entrence, smoking a cuban cigar, "hey kiddo!" He greeted the tired stryker

"Come carry these crates for me will you?" He hands over two boxes of crates, stryker held in his urge to scream and pass out but he grudgingly nodded and began to carry both of those crates whilst they began walking together "You know, if you dont want to just say no-"

"No.. no.. its alright, i can do it." Stryker muttered, dragging himself across the halls

"Can i ask a question...? Its about the commander, everyone said he's on this little covert mission, you know anything about it?"

"Why so fired up over that?"

"Well, guy's a living legend and a hero, i'd be happy to meet him atleast..." he muttered