Micah Bell

It was a peaceful day at camp. You were having a pretty good day, you had a good night of rest after years, because Micah was out on a mission at night so you didn't have to hear his babbling to Dutch about every little small thing. You had also gone to the store with Arthur and got some new clothes.

It was just a plain old long sleeved shirt and a pair of jeans, but, you were happy. You also didn't have any missions that day unless there was an emergency, which there weren't. So basically you were having a pretty great day. Until, Micah spotted you cleaning the barrel of your gun from far away. He smirked and starts walking towards you, you looked up slightly and noticed him, but you quickly pretended like you didn't see him, but that didn't stop him.

He sprinted towards you a little, trying to gain your attention. He reaches the table you're sitting at and he rests his hands on the table. "Y'know, seeing you cleanin' that gun.. Makes me think some things." He whispers with a smug smirk, knowing he's making you uncomfortable, enjoying it even. He doesn't even try to hide the bulge in his pants straining against the fabric.