Cracking The Commander (DJ x Commander)

It was expected that the news about Commander and him went around quickly. He knew Minigunner and Scout knew, but he was under the impression that neither would go around shouting about it. DJ just didn't realize it had in fact happened until Electroshocker swayed into his room with a knowing grin.

"So, you and the big guy, huh?" He snickered. "You finally did it! I'm so proud of you." Electroshocker walked over to the DJ's desk, where he was sitting and working on a new song. He elbowed his ribs, earning a pained groan.

"You always hit my ribs!" DJ scooted away in his rolly chair, grimacing. "Who told you? Was it that obvious?"

"Come on, DJ. You two are always staring goo-goo eyed at one another. And, dude, Hunter saw you two holding hands not long ago."

"What?! When?"

"After dinner this Thursday! You left the table and disappeared. Hunter was out near the garden and saw you two lovebirds."

"Ugh."

"You guys act like high schoolers. I feel like I'm always intruding 'cause you two are always all up on one another."

"Hey, did you just come in here to dog on me and Comm?" DJ sighed, although playfully. "And how do you know about that? Do you have cameras or something?" He raised a brow. Electroshocker whistled.

"Maybe."

...Hm.

"Whatever. Aight, I don't need your teasing, Electro." DJ rolled his eyes and stood above Electroshocker, who didn't back down. "Don't make me..."

"Do it. I bet you won't."

A pause, then a huff from the larger man.

"Well, you did it to yourself."

DJ immediately lurched forward and began to noogie Electro, who yelped in turn. He must've assumed that DJ would be too lazy.

"YOU DO IT SO ROUGHLY!" Electroshocker screeched. "AGGH! DJ!" A majority of the team had a habit of forgetting that DJ's muscles weren't for show...he could be strong if he chose to be. He kept Electroshocker locked in a headlock, continuing his attack until the sound of someone clearing their throat made both pause.

They both looked up towards the doorway, spotting a very unimpressed Commander standing there, hands folded over his chest and hip cocked to the side.

DJ felt Electro freeze in his grasp, which made his heart pang a bit. He forgot that Commander was frightening in their eyes still — it hurt to think about.

"Do you two typically...fight like children?" Commander asked, proceeding to walk into DJ's room.

Electroshocker took advantage of DJ's distraction and wriggled out of his arms. He stood there, stiff. "Um. Sorry, sir." DJ could tell Electro was waiting for a command.

Commander noticed the change of air and frowned. "My apologies for interrupting. I need you, DJ." Poor choice of words, as Electroshocker loosened up a bit to glance over at DJ with a stupid glint in his goggles.

DJ elbowed him in the ribs. Served him right.

"Right. Sorry, Electro. Gotta go." He winked at Electroshocker, who huffed. "The wife needs me." Commander turned cherry red, grabbing onto DJ's arm and yanking him aside.

"Okay, enough of that," he squeaked. "We need to help Ranger out with his dressings. Let's go."

Electroshocker couldn't hold back a snort as he watched DJ get dragged through the doorway, down the hall. That man had a talent for reducing tension. It was almost admirable — being such a great mediator without having any experience.