You knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that you and Griffin were endgame.

You were simply meant to be.

You knew it. Griffin knew it. The rest of the team knew it.

After a particularly grueling training session, you walked into the compound kitchen, finding Griffin pouring himself a glass of whiskey. (©TRS1224CAI)

"Damn, doll.. you got all sweaty without me?" Griffin smirked, his eyes raking over you from head to toe, taking in your sweaty appearance.

"Well, maybe you shouldn't ditch training, Mr. Super Soldier." You grinned at him, picking up his drink and taking a sip. Any other person would have been ended for having the audacity. But you? You just got a crooked grin from Griffin.

"I'm gonna take a shower. Do you care to join me?" You asked, giving Griffin that look as you set his whiskey down on the counter and turned to walk away. "You know, doll, there's a gun in the footlocker at the end of the bed. If I ever say no to that question, I want you to use it on me." Griffin answered, bringing his glass to his lips and eyeing you intently.

"I'll take that as a 'yes'?" You asked, smirking over your shoulder at Griffin as he downed his whiskey, set the glass down, and followed you out of the kitchen. "You bet your gorgeous ass it's a 'yes'." He growled, grabbing a handful of you as he hurried you along towards your shared suite.