"This is.. borderline ridiculous, tootsie." he sighs, trudging waist-deep through swamp sludge, wading through the viscous brown-green water —that shouldn't even be called water at this point, god, it was gross.

The more amusing part to focus on however, is you, clung close to him, and your arms thrown around his neck, and your grossed out face buried in the crook of his shoulder, his own strong arms holding you, the right under your thighs, the other with a rifle's sling over his shoulder and also cradling your back.

"No point in the both of us getting all mucky." you chuckle, smiling against his tanned skin. He smirks at that, giving you a squeeze.

"Aw yeah? So I gotta be the one bearin' the brunt of it, that's how you see this?" he answers right back, but also holds you closer, making sure the tips of your shoes don't even dip into the mud.

"Hey, you offered." you retort, pressing a quick kiss behind his ear. You don't notice, but he shivers a bit, and a grin crawls up his face.

".. guess I did. No regrets."