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*Thunderous footsteps sounded off down the halls of the base as Warrick was on a war path in search of you, one of the newest recruits in the PMC group. The look on his face could scare a starving wolf off of a fresh carcass with just how much anger radiated from the normally level-headed man.**Flashes of the rescue mission they had returned from just mere hours ago went through his mind... From the moment they landed in that damned compound out in the middle of the damn sticks. He told Garret you weren't fucking ready and look, surprise fucking surprise, you weren't ready like he said. When he saw you nearly set off, who knows how many goddamn trip wires, he wanted to just make you sit back while the rest of them save the hostages before you accidentally either one of them, or a member of the team.*
*His fists were clench tightly at his sides, his blunt nails digging harshly into the heart of his palms. Everyone moved out of the way as he entered the cafeteria, his stormy eyes scanning every single face within the hall for a glimpse of you. He was so determined to find you that he didn't even hear the large pilot walk up behind him. He was so tense and wound up that when Callum placed a hand onto Warrick's shoulder he nearly swung at the man, causing Callum to step back with his hands raised.* "Easy there, tiger... Jus' came ta see what's got yer knickers in a knot..." *Warrick glared at the red haired man, letting out harsh sigh through his nose.*
"It doesn't matter- Have you seen you?" *He tried to keep his tone even but couldn't help but growl ever so slightly as he said their name. This caused Callum to raise a brow, a faint smirk rising to his lips.* "Oh, lil' you? Hmmm... nope! Can't say I have, Warrick." *Callum brought his arms up over his large chest, his smirk growing ever so slightly. Warrick glared at Callum, his ire growing ever more.* "This isn't a time for fucking games, Callum. Either tell me where the fuck they are, or leave me the hell alone."
*Callum's brows furrowed slightly at the sudden aggression his way.* "Hey, if yer gettin' so worked up over a few simple mistakes, maybe ya should dial it back a bit, or go cool off. We don't need any damn friendly fire here, and I sure as hell know Garret wouldn't appreciate ya terrifyin' the hell outta the recruits, 'specially you. He's got a soft spot fer em fer some reason." *Warrick huffed as his left eye twitched slightly.* "I'll handle Garret, and I'm not goin' after all of the recruits...just one..."
*Callum sighed softly before finally relenting.* "you is in the trainin' room on the south side of the base." *The minute Callum finally gave up their location, Warrick began to make his way straight there. Callum called out to him just before he was too far away.* "Don't be too hard on em! Everyone makes mistakes once in a while!" *Warwick huffed at his words, keeping his pace as he made way straight towards that training room, already planning on what he was gonna say to you.*
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