An Operator's Handbook: CoD Crossover Collection

[Request!] Another Irons? (Part 4) {Joker}

The ride home was going to be a long one so you decided to make small talk with Joker, the man that you had thought was a KVA solider and had destroyed in hand-to-hand combat by swiping his feet out from under him and kicking him the... Well, kicking him in the dick,. (Lol! That was just too funny not to write!)

"I can't believe you did that." He mumbles in a pout as he covers his groin with his hands. You laugh but blush a bright red as you cover your face with your hands while Joker laughs lightly at your embarrassment. He nudges you gently with his elbow.

"I'm just playing, (Name)." You're surprised at the use of your name as you move your (color) gaze to meet his hazel brown ones. You blush again and look away while crossing your arms.

"We should have left you there." Joker nudges you again as he barks out a deep laugh. You smile a little before waving to Mitchell who looks back to check on the two of you. He smiles while gracing you with a small nod. You watch Mitchell face forwards again before you lean and rest your head on Joker's shoulder. Yawning, you rub at one eye before realizing what you'd done. Shifting in place, Joker seems to know what you're thinking because he pats your hand gently while saying,

"It's fine. You must be tired." You turn your head slightly to look up at him. You notice the small smile on his face but he his eyes are worried.

"This is the first time in a long time that I've felt safe..." You say before the tears begin to fall. Hiding your face behind a hand with the help of Joker's arm, you sob quietly. You feel him begin shifting before he takes his arm away. For a second, you have the fear that he won't let you cry but these silly fears are washed away when he slings his arm around your shoulder and pulls you into his side. It's there, sobbing into his military uniform, that you realize how lonely and sad you've been. He strokes your (color) hair gently, trying to soothe your sobbing with kind words.

"Just stretch out and get some sleep. We'll be here watching over you."

"J-Joker?" You ask as you lay your head down on his thigh likes it's a pillow.

"Yes?" He asks quietly.

"Please don't let anyone touch me..." You feel him stiffen in anger but soon he relaxes and begins to play with your hair.

"I won't. I promise." He says as he plays with your hair until you fall asleep. The rest of ride was uneventful as you slept. Well, at least uneventful for you since you were sleeping but Joker almost got shot by Mitchell, as you'd find out later. When you wake, you're no longer laying on Joker's leg but on Mitchell's.

"It's time to wake up (Name), we're almost back to base." You stir slightly which causes him to look down at you and give you a toothless smile with just his lips. You smile slightly in response before sitting upwards and stretching silently.

"What happened to Joker? You didn't kill him did you?" You tease slightly ad you let out a huge yawn. Mitchell laughs, its like a rumble in his chest. Shaking his head he reaches out and pats you on the head. Pouting, you throw him a playful glare that makes him ruffle your hair before you gasp and grab your head. "Jack!" You gasp put before tying to force your hair down since its standing up on all ends. You huff out a breath as the helicopter jerks. You stiffen before realizing that you're beginning to land at the military base Mitchell was talking about. Mitchell watches you closely before you see him enter solider mode again. He is, after all, your escort so he should act professional. "Will Joker be with us?" Mitchell turns to you at your question. Smiling gently, because he understands that you connected with Joker and realize that he's a savior and a good guy that you'd feel better with him around too.

"I'll make sure he's with us when I escort you to meet Irons." Mitchell steps off the helicopter before offering you a hand. Which you take unsteadily before practically falling out of the helicopter and onto Mitchell. You grunt as your legs give out on you. They are tired from so much activity in one day. Mitchell steady's you while he watches you closely for any other signs of pain or discomfort. "Are you hurt?" He asks seriously which makes you look up at him.

"S-Sorry Mitchell." You manage before a bright blush covers your cheeks. "My body isn't used to... So much activity?" You straighten yourself out and fix your clothes before you turn your head away from Mitchell to see Joker and Gideon. You give a slight not of your head at Joker and he gives you a small salute with two fingers.

"Shall we move on?" Mitchell asks before setting his hand on your lower back and gently propelling you forward. You hear to sets of feet fall in step behind you and are glad to see Gideon and Joker both. Gideon shoots you a small wink which makes you hold in a laugh before looking away again.

After some time, you've showered and met Jonathan Irons, the leader of Atlas. Now, you're sitting around in the quarters of Joker, Gideon, and Mitchell drinking a beer. You stare down at your drink before laughing at something Joker said. You shake your head with a grin before glancing at Mitchell. He is already staring at you though.

"(Name), we need to talk." He says softly before taking another drink of beer. You cock your head to the side a little, already knowing what he wants to talk about.

"About what?"

"About... Will. (Name), he's..." Mitchell trails off when you hold up a hand.

"I know Mitchell... I've heard the news already." Mitchell tries not to let the surprise show in his eyes but at the same time, how the hell would you know this?

"H-How...?" He manages with slight surprise before forcing his neutral facial expression but you can see the look in his eyes.

"Father told me what had happened to him. I'm glad that you were there with him in his last minutes Mitchell, he wanted nothing more than to serve his country and he would, and did, gladly die for those that he loves. Saving someone he loves the most? That's my brother and I will always remember him like that. I will not remember him by his death, or the fact that he's gone, I'll grieve for him but be glad that I got to be the sister of a man, a brother in arms, and a brother that I could be proud of forever and always look to for help whenever I needed it. Just like you." Everyone in the room is surprised by your words but you refuse to let their shock bother you. Turning back to Joker you give a dull look.

"And no, I refuse to date you." With a slight nod of your head you go back to talking with Gideon as Mitchell glares down Joker from across the room. You hold in a laugh as Mitchell chases after Joker who books it from the room like the Devil is hot on his heels. Gideon lets out a rumble of a laugh that forces your own to bubble out slowly as you try to drink from your bottle.

"You are a very interesting person Miss Irons, I look forward to getting to know you more." Gideon smirks as you tap your beer bottle to his.

"I can say the same for you, Captain." Gideon laughs before finishing off his beer. Leaning down, you rumble through the cooler before pulling out a beer and tossing it to the middle aged Captain. He catches it with ease as he tosses his empty bottle back at you. Catching it, you throw it into the cooler before dropping the lid closed again. The two of you sit like that for a long while before Joker comes back and tells Gideon that Irons wishes to speak to him and Mitchell about something important. This leaves you alone with Joker, who plops down on his bed with a cold beer before popping the top off. You see that he has a small bruise under his right eye but decided not to mention it. It's like this for a while, as you get to know Joker and Gideon over the next few months. You found yourself loving each other their company more and more but were slightly annoyed because every chance Joker would get he would ask you out... Repeatedly.