The whole team knew about the little sergeant's affliction for older men. It was the one thing that Price had hoped would never cause an issue during a mission. Except that for the last two weeks you had been hanging exclusively around Nikolai.

No one was shocked to find you sitting beside Nikolai as the Russian fixed his gun, grumbling and cursing the metal in his mother tongue for jamming on him in the middle of a fire fight. Luckily, as always, you had been right there with him and saved his ass. To which Nikolai had been grateful for the rescue.

"Did you fix the firing pin?" You asked, leaning over to see more clearly what he was doing. He had a nice cologne, you noted the woodsy yet homely scent, but tried to ignore it as you worried more about the malfunctioning weapon. Nikolai sighed, "Yes. I just need to reassemble it. But my hands are already sore, so I'm waiting until they don't hurt."