Requested by @AGlitteringFailure

"Church, where the hell is Tucker?!" You questioned your leader angrily. The sarcastic soldier rolled his eyes, holding back on an authority lecture.

"I um. I have an idea in mind but I'd rather not tell." Church scratched the back of his nervously.

"Wait, wha-?" He slammed the door in your face and you heard the lock click immediately. Wow. Asshole.

Maybe Tex would know! You walked outside of the base, searching for the ex-freelancer.

"Tex..." You yelled, hair sticking to your face. It was hot as hell in the canyon. Like usual.

"Jesus! What?!" Tex hissed, turning her head toward you. Sheila turned towards you also, making you flinch. She was a tank, after all.

"Where. Is. Tucker." You spoke slowly. Everyone had a god damn attitude today, first Church and now her.

"He's not in the base?" Tex's eyes widen and you could have swore you saw a blush cross her cheeks.

"Obviously not." You sighed, putting a hand on your hip sassily. She huffed.

"Well," Tex looked at the floor in thought. "He's probably behind his-"

"TOMATO! Right, Tex?" Sheila interrupted, anxiousness laced in her robotic voice.

Tex put her helmet back on and nodded, continuing the previous conversation with the battle tank.

"Well, there's only one person left to ask."

You headed to Caboose's room.

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"Oh, hi Miss (y/n)!" The childish soldier waved at you as you approached him.

"Hi Caboose." You muttered, folding your arms. You had to make this quick, or else there would be no time to kick Tucker's ass.

"What do you need?" Caboose tilted his head like a lost puppy. You had to admit, it was slightly adorable.

You smiled. "Do you know where Tucker is?"

Caboose started counting on his fingers for some unknown reason, and you just watched whilst trying to hide your confusion. You should be used to his odd behavior by now, yet you aren't.

"Last time I saw him he was at his rock."

Tucker had a rock? Why couldn't Church or Tex tell you that?

"GOD DAMNIT CABOOSE!" Church shouted behind his locked door. You chuckled before thanking the dorky idiot. Time to find Tucker's rock!

It wasn't very hard; there was literally aqua crayons plastered all over it. Tucker most have stolen them from Caboose's room or something like that.

You tiptoed behind the rock, closing your eyes cautiously.

"Ngh- (Y/N)?!" You opened your eyes and saw a certain flustered soldier.

"Don't tell me you were..."

He didn't look at you.

"Oh- oh my god!" You howled with laughter, collapsing and resting your head against his waist. He grumbled in embarrassment.

"I couldn't help it. Grif made a really good deal." Tucker explained, his left hand running through your hair gently.

"Um. What do you mean." You stated it more than questioning it.

"Grif gave me oreos and Caboose tried to eat them, so I went to my rock!" He looked as if it was the most simple thing in the world.

"Then... why did everyone get so flustered when I asked where you were?" You muttered, looking up at him. His green eyes shined down on you.

Tucker smirked, "Well, I can show you that another time. Bow chicka bow wo- OW!" You smacked your boyfriend across the head.

"I honestly don't want to know what you do behind this rock, besides eating oreos." You shivered in playful disgust.

"I could do you behind this rock?" Tucker suggested. What a perv.

"Nopeeee." You blushed, rolling down the not so steep hill. He watched in amusement, enjoying the site of your face turning red at his comments. It was great.

It was also great because you forgot to beat the shit out of him for stealing all the pillows last night. Tucker silently thanked god behind his rock.