Masked vigilante (Spec ops guy x reader ) FLUFF

Chapter 3

From that day on tank and y/n were always together. It's really interesting trying to know a man who cant tell anything about himself. Its another day of protesting. Everyone is restless and the fight isn't slowing down.

They would take breaks here and there and sit on the curb. Y/n looks at a bunch of rioters and anarchists burning a building. "Geez look at those anarchists.. this was supposed to be a peaceful protest...but the cops wont stop em..ugh" y/n sighed.

"I'm an anarchist. Anarchy doesn't mean destruction. It just means there is no governing power you know." Tank muttered. "If only everyone got a good education, we wouldn't need these people putting us in places". Y/n is surprised by his eloquence. "I never really thought tough protesters are smart too" y/n thought. "Thats really interesting, i always thought anarchists are those who destroy shit" y/n laughed. "Well the more you know" tank chuckled.

His muffled voice always reminds y/n that there is a human under it. Y/n thought this was just a little crush but apparently not. Its as if you both have a connection. Y/n passes him a bottle. Tank takes it, takes out a straw and pulls his scraf down a little bit. Y/n can see a peak of his complexion. Its a beautiful tan colour. You can also see the dreads coming out of hi suit. He truly is something else.

Y/n never thought her first protest will also be the first time she falls in love. Y/n pays attention to the way he moves, the way he breathes. Its all too much. He has so much composure its crazy. Y/n really wants to touch him. To feel his energy.

"Um.." tank gasped. Y/n realizes that during her trance her hand crawled on to his arm."What am I doing, this is really creepy" y/n thought. Yet, her hand can't seem to move away, it's as if Tank's body is magnetic. Tank looks at y/n as he tilts his head and chuckles. He places his hand on y/n's small ones caringly. Y/n finally snaps back and pulls her hand away. "UH uhm you good?? D-do you want more water???" Y/n frantically sputters trying to save her face. "Hmm? Oh no I'm good thanks." Tank replies. "Let's go the party is moving"

Y/n couldn't stop thinking about that interaction. Their eyes locked at each others and their hands touching. It's like being transported to another plain of existence. The world disappears. What is going on in his mind? He is so stoic and blank one doesn't know the inner workings of this giant.

"Wow its really hot out here" tank said as he pulls out hair from the back of his neck. The dreads came in full view, like waterfalls flowing from his shoulders. He looks evermore magnificent. Y/n's eyes sparkles at the sight of such beauty. "Nice dreads" y/n said cheerfully. "You look really good."
"You think I look good? You haven't seen my face yet how can you draw such conclusions haha. Thank you though, it's a part of my identity." Tank answered.
Under his helmet he is actually blushing profusely. No one ever appreciated his dreads before. Not to mention calling him good looking.

"Oh..shouldn't you keep them hidden? " y/n inquired "Although they are very beautiful, the risk of getting identified by the cops may increase with them out." Tank blushes even more, his heart flutters. "She thinks they're beautiful?" Tank thought."Uh well, I'd rather have that rather then dying of heat death. I mean I'm still virtually unidentifiable the cops " Tank remarked. He was originally planning to put them back in but after knowing what y/n feels about them he decides to just leave them out.

They are finally amongst the crowd. The hot sun reflects on plastic helmet, highlighting him above the crowd. The giant who strides amongst the protestors. He takes out a rolled piece of paper and lifts it up high. "ACAB" was written with blood red spray paint. "ALL COPS ARE BASTARDS" he proclaimed. Y/n sees the burning passion that runs through this man's veins. The same passion burning in hers. She lifted her now fixed plywood sign. The names freshly written and ready to be commemorated. Although y/n has this feeling inher heart, she won't let that distract her from the bigger problems at bay, what truly is important is this movement and she stands by it.

Tank feels the same way too. He was never swayed by the words of people, he is always anchored on his beliefs. Although there is this girl, he will stay to his true intentions, his wish for justice.

That day the protest is peaceful. People are singing and dancing. Some recited poems and speeches abouth their dreams and aspirations for the movement. The entire party would sing a beautiful ballad of love and equality. Tank is singing too, although he doesn't hit all of his notes correctly, he tried his best. Y/n listens and chuckles, it was adorable to her. It started to drizzle and everyone brought out their umbrellas. The sun is also dipping under the sky scrapers.

The scene was right out of a movie. Soft chants can be heard in the background as the world glew orange as golden rays refracted through the droplets of rain. Y/n is smiling to the point of tears. Her heart is so full. Y/n is just glad that she had one normal and peaceful day, where she can experience the true allure of revolts. Tank looks down at y/n and notices her beautiful genuine smile, a smile that can light up the darkest hearts. In a whim, Tank places his hand on y/n's shoulder. Y/n looks up in shock. "We're in this together. Thank you for fighting the good fight" Tank whispered.

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(oOpeth this chapter is a lil short..uwu. Sorry for the late update i was busy looking for extra spec ops media also sorry if its kinda repetitive aksksk ahahaha hope you enjoyy)