Army of Two | נυѕт ∂ση'т | Philip Clyde | o1.I’m sorry, I was gonna write this sooner or later. Like I said; if you can live through my many obsessions – I applaud you. *winks* Face it, evil is the new sexy these days! And plus, Philip Clyde was one of those characters I tried to hate -- and failed horribly.. Part 1 of 3.
Elliot Salem smirked lightly as he heard the armory master shout his name. He’d recently lost a bet with his partner Tyson Rios, which he had included their good friend Elisabeth “Tango” Greer in – without her even knowing.
Elliot lost that bet with flying colors, so know Greer had to go out on a date with Philip Clyde; a fellow contractor that Salem, Rios, and Greer weren’t too fond of.
The man made his way towards the armory, arriving to see a very flustered, and annoyed and clearly angry weapons master glare straight at him. And she also happened to be on the phone with Rios.
“You little shit, why didn’t you tell me?!” Greer huffed at him. The woman was bent over the table, with one hand on the table top; the other was holding the phone up to her ear. Elliot laughed a bit before answering her.
“C’mon, girl. Tyse and I can’t be the only ones who get to have all the fun around here.” He spoke in an amused tone. Salem ducked as a pen came flying his way.
“Well, who the fuck is going to grow some balls and tell the guy what’s up?” She hissed angrily at him. Elliot could clearly hear Rios’ voice on the phone as well. Greer was pissed off, and appeared to be yelling at Salem and Rios at the same time.
“You are.” Salem simply said.
Greer hung up on Rios before giving Elliot the most annoyed stare possible.
Greer’s phone went off before she could speak once again, it was their mission coordinator.
“Yo?” Elisabeth spoke.
“I don’t know how to put this, but Clyde wants to see you?” Alice’s voice sounded unsure of the bet circulating between the three SSC members.
“I’m just as surprised as you are..” Elisabeth simply stated.
“See, it’s not that bad.” Salem reassured her. Greer shot a glare at him before hanging up.
“You better shut your mouth before I come over there and kick your ass,” Greer huffed. “Don’t fuck with me, Salem!” Elliot raised his hands in a teasing ‘okay you win’ gesture as Elisabeth walked by him.
Greer paused before turning to face Salem, “Wait, don’t you and Rios hate the guy?” She asked. Salem kept his mouth shut, well, if she was going to go on a date with a sado-masochistic mercenary. Greer thought she could have some fun torturing Salem for a while.
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