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You try to lock lips but your massive NVGs keep getting in the way, and his thick balaclava makes it even harder but it doesn't matter, you do it for Gratr, you do it for Q4 2020. This is wrong on innumerable levels, you should be rescuing civilians or something, but you've tried resisting the temptation for so long, so this is what you get for trying to hold back. His 9mm sized gunshot wound sexily spurts blood all over you to the rhythm of his heartbeat, getting faster by the minute. The hostage is lying fetal in the corner, screaming in abject horror and confusion as she watches you two face-battle on-top of the dead rapist you both flash-banged, bean-bagged, tea-bagged, tazed, maced, screamed at, then executed together. You can hear a civilian upstairs screaming and calling the real police. You also hear his optiwand boot up and extend as far as it can, but you can't see it. oh, now you can feel it. but it doesn't matter, you do it for Gratr, you do it for Q4 2020. You're so close. He can sense it. He leans in, slowly, and with his husky yet soothing Alabama accent, he whispers

"You're in my way, sir"

You tremble. It feels like you just finished Mt. Thershold Research Center with a perfect score. Pure. Ecstasy. But alas, nothing good lasts forever. You slowly get up from his now cold embrace, quivering from what the last 2 minutes gave you, or did to you, you're not sure yet. Using some leftover C2 you press the putty against his face, making a mold of his distant yet loving stare, for you to keep as you part ways. A reminder of this hotly chaotic night crafted out of military grade plastic explosives, poetic in a way. It hurts to leave him like that, but it doesn't matter, you do it for Gratr, you do it for Q4 2020

I'm going away for 3 weeks to help some family so if I'm on, all my future memes for a bit will only be pics I found, text, or MS Paint lmao

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Is this peak ron fanfic?