An Operator's Handbook: CoD Crossover Collection

I'm Curious About You {Jack Mitchell}

You muse quietly to yourself over the man sitting next to you at the tiny table covered with beer bottles and playing cards. You were watching Mitchell, Gideon, and Joker play poker for beer as the prize. The one downside was that you had "accidentally" drank their prize without them knowing it. They'd had a few too many themselves to even care at this point. Your eyes jump to the man beside you. His brown hair is cut evenly in a buzz cut but the sides have grown in so he doesn't look so much like a Marine anymore. His blue eyes are staring at the cards in his hands intently. Your gaze flows down his long athletic built body and back up again. To say the least, you were curious about him. Granted, he's your best friend alongside Gideon and Ilona but you know nothing of him, or Gideon for that matter. You force your gaze away as you down another gulp of beer. You thoughts wander as you close your eyes to keep yourself from staring curiously at Mitchell.

"I don't really know anything about Mitchell's past life before he joined us here at the Atlas Corporation besides the fact that he was a Marine and he joined up because the old man was a leatherneck as well..."

You open your eyes to hold your beer up to the light as questions swim around your head.

"Where did he come from?"

"What are his parents names?"

"What do his parents do?"

"How long had him and William been friends?"

"How'd he lose his arm?"

You down the rest of your beer and throw it over into the recycling bin. It bangs around but doesn't break. The boys throw you a curious glance but you ignore it as you stand up and stretch.

"Well boys, Poker really isn't my thing so I'm going to the range to blow off some heads... And some steam."

You saunter over to the door and it slides open. You throw a wave over your shoulder and say,

"Night boys."

But as you are about to step one foot out the door, Mitchells throws his cards down on the table while saying.

"I'm not big into the Poker either so I'll go with you."

You pause and send him a quick smile before walking out.

"I'll see you down there then."

As the doors close you hear Gideon and Joker let out whistles.

"Ya' gonna get ya'self sum' mate?"

Gideon teases with his British accent a little more slurred than usual. Joker lets out a drunken cackle and says,

"That's one pretty pussy cat."

Him and Gideon share another laugh while Mitchell ignores them.

"See you guys later."

He walks out the door with arms crossed. As he turns towards the left he sees you almost towards the stairs for the range. He picks up his pace to meet you there. As he walks in, you're holding your favorite gun and checking it over to make sure everything is in order. You notice him and smile.

"Took ya' long enough. Ya' definitely know how to keep a girl waiting."

You tease quietly, biting back your own laughter as Mitchell rolls his eyes with a small laugh. He picks up his weapon and stands in spot four. You take number three.

"I don't even have to try."

He says casually causing you to laugh a little as the simulation kicks on. You both lift your guns at the same time and shoot a target in the head. This continues on with the only sound of the echoes of your shots until Mitchell asks,

"You were watching me curiously back there. Was there something you needed?"

He shoots you a sly grin as your cheeks dust a light pink.

"Meh."

You shrug like its nothing.

"I was just curious..."

You say, pausing to shoot another target. Mitchell offers a small but warm laugh.

"You being curious causes a whole lot of trouble. What were you curious about?"

He asks as the first round of practice ends. You offer him a thoughtful glance before returning your attention back to the firing range.

"You. Your past, who you are. Stuff like that."

Casually you shrug as the targets begin to pop up for the final round. Mitchell smiles a little to himself, happy to know that you were thinking about him.

"You're scores were excellent."

He places his weapon back on its desired rack before turning to you. You cross your arms as you stare back at him.

"I'll tell you more, one day. But first?"

He says with a small smile. He gently grabs the tip of your chin as he stares into your (color) eyes. He scans your face carefully before brushing his lips across yours. Your lids flutter at the contact and you have to subdue a whimper as he pulls away.

"You owe me a date."

You scoff silently as he smiles down at you.

"Tease."

You mutter. He starts grinning.

"I don't even have to try."

He begins to hum out a small song as he stares down at you with a small smile while you glare playfully back at him.