An Operator's Handbook: CoD Crossover Collection

The Swear Jar {Gideon}

"Fuck me..." Gideon mumbles as he tries to get his tablet to work properly. He slaps the side of it with an angry sigh.

"Fucking hate technology..." He mumbles again to himself as you and Mitchell watch with a highly unamused and highly amused face. You being unamused; Mitchell amused.

"For being so high tech you think this thing would stop freezing..." You think to yourself as Gideon sets the tablet on his chest and throws his hands up in the air.

"I just want to play Hill Climb Racer. Is that so fucking bad?" He asks Mitchell with an angry frown. Mitchell hides a small silent smile at Gideon's rhetorical question. You swing your legs over the side if the bed and jump down from the bunk above and behind where Mitchell is sitting. You waltz over to your own private closet and pull out a giant empty change jar. The words "SWEAR JAR" are written in fancy cursive.

"Captain Gideon Emery." You say seriously as you turn around with the words of the jar hidden from him for now. Gideon eyes you carefully because you used his full rank and name.

"What's that?" He asks, his British accent a little deeper than usual. Mitchell reads the paper with a smile hiding in his eyes.

"This my good friend, is a swear jar. You know what that is right?" You speak as if though Gideon is a small child instead of a 46 year old man. And he's a whole lot of man! But, that's a different story for another time. Gideon rolls his eyes as he watches you saunter your way over to him.

"'Course I do mate. What do I look like? A child?" Gideon scoffs as you set it down on the table. Crossing your arms you give him a smug smile.

"Good. Because you owe the jar one... Two... Three dollars. Put it in the jar before I have to spank you like a child." You flash Mitchell a small wink as Gideon's eyes darken. You turn to him as he gives you a sly grin.

"Now that right there? That sounds tempting mate." He whispers to you huskily as he stands up. He leans in and gives you a private wink. You roll your eyes and point at the jar.

"The jar is starving Gideon. Feed it." Mitchell watches the two of you silently.

"Feed the jar." Mitchell says deeply before going back to reading the paper like nothong was said. Gideon rolls his eyes again and pulls out some money from his pocket.

"Fuck. I only have a five... I swore again. This is fucking hard." Gideon glares at the jar as if it is its fault. He shoves the five into the jar. You give him a smile before heading back to your bunk. Gideon's eye twitches in annoyance. This swear jar was going to take all his money...

"Fuck." He whispers softly to himself. Your brow shoots up and you frown slightly.

"Did you say something Gideon?" He shakes his head and mumbles out a small 'no' as he climbs into his own bunk. And over the course of a month the jar had been filled with change from one dollar bills up to twenty dollar bills... There was even one fifty in there. How has Gideon managed with such a filthy mouth!? Well, at least Gideon has looks on his side along with his British accent...