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“真的不要紧吗？”指挥官看着他，挑起了眉毛。
“包在我身上。你好好睡一觉，把隔音耳罩戴上一觉睡到明天中午都行。”他拍了拍胸脯，“过劳对身体不好，我可不想看你晕倒在全球直播的镜头上。”
“唔。如果你这么说的话那就拜托了。”指挥官露出一个疲惫的微笑，打着哈欠给了他的脸颊一边一个吻。“爱你……”
Bradford心都化了。
看着指挥官摇摇晃晃地走进他们的卧室，已经退休的老兵内心可太高兴指挥官同意这事了。
虽然他更想抱着自己配偶在床上一起烂一天，但指挥官同意他的任务申请了。
他已经等不及看到指挥官美滋滋睡一觉起来之后的笑容了，说不定对方还会抱抱他，夸他好样的。
他笑了起来，摸了摸自己的结婚戒指。
幸福美满啊，John Bradford。幸福美满啊。
五个小时后。
死神大本营指挥部今天也很安静。
倒不是什么大事，考虑到战争结束都五年了，他们也没必要每天都东窜西跳了。
现在攀比谁打的寄生兽更大变成了死神内部的潮流，主要是这东西现在是唯一可以公共猎杀的外星人了。
但是说实话看到自己手下们拖着比牛还大的半腐烂外星虫子进基地时，Volk只感觉到能赢这比赛的不是一股臭鱼味儿的死虫，而是他的脑壳。
死神老大伸展了一下自己的双臂，手伸上去的时候差点把头顶的奖杯打下来。
Xcom钓鱼联赛冠军的金奖杯。
能有人钓得过他才有鬼了——他钓起来的那只金枪鱼在拍照的时候变成了一个无面者，把Bradford吓得扛着指挥官就往车的方向跑，一边跑还一边大喊“我告诉过你了钓上来第一件事是剖开看看——”
Volk翻了一个白眼。自从结婚之后Bradford就变无聊了，从一个战士变成了无聊已婚老男人。
Volk越过大胡子看了一眼自己五年来积蓄起来的的啤酒肚。
虽然他也没啥资格说Bradford就是了。
滴滴，滴滴，滴滴。
死神皱了皱眉头，把腿从桌上放了下来。
他知道这个信号。是紧急联络的频道。
Bradford？
三小时后。
“你他妈的，”Volk叉着腰，捏紧了眉头。“这他妈算什么急事！”
“爹地，Volk叔叔说脏话。”
Volk看着面前的小屁孩，感觉得到自己的眉毛和眼珠要一起飞上天了。“你妈——”到嘴的脏话还是被吞了下去，他咬着牙改了口，“妈，呢？你妈妈在哪？”
“指挥官在睡觉。”沙发上生无可恋的Bradford说着喝了一口酒——这酒瓶子还是Volk的，他家自从生了孩子之后就没有酒储备了，当然也有指挥官为了让他戒酒的意思在里面。
“爹地你在吨什么，窝可以吨吗？” 话都说不清的小孩在Bradford怀里叭叭到。
“芒果汁。”Bradford说，把酒壶拿开了没有让自己的娃碰到。
“我说啊Bradford，”后边的Dragunova抬起头来。“你不是给孩子妈说自己能行的吗？”她全身都穿好了装备，就因为Volk以为这是个危及生命的情况，就把她一起拖来了。
Bradford没有回应，一副灵魂脱离了身体的模样仰望着天花板。
在他后面，又有食物飞上了天，挂在了吊灯上。
Volk是真的想把头带取下来抽Bradford一脸，但他不想当着他孩子的面这样做。
对方怀里的幼儿眨巴着棕色的大眼睛，手朝Volk挥舞着，软乎乎的金发搭在头上，看起来像是幼犬而不是人类。
大胡子朝小孩回应了一下，敷衍地挥了挥手，惹得小孩咯咯咯地笑了。“你怀里抱的这个明显的更像指挥官。”他嗤了一声。
Bradford已经整个人累到没力气和他互呛了，只是喉咙里发出一声咕哝，疲惫的像是被破坏者踩过一样歪着头搭在沙发上。
滋滋滋。一阵蓝光从走廊里直直地滋了过去，打掉了桌上的杯子。
Volk睁大了眼睛。
什么东西？
“RAY！！”从沙发上弹了起来，Bradford扯着嗓子大喊。喊之前还没忘把怀里的幼儿耳朵堵上。“我说过多少次了！不准拿灵能激光袭击你弟弟！！”
“可是Geist叔叔说我是个天才！”稚嫩的声音从走廊另一头传来。
滋！又是一阵激光，打在了Bradford脑门上。
Volk感觉此时的Bradford距离发疯只有那么一点点了。
“帮我抱一下。”Bradford把穿着口水兜的孩子递给了受到成吨惊吓的Mox——大块头一直三脸懵逼地坐在沙发上一脸惊恐地看着Bradford的家——被砸下来的书、糊在天花板上的婴儿食品、墙上的蜡笔画和水池旁被啃了一口的肥皂。
“RAYMOND！！！”Bradford大喊着冲向了失控的小鬼，中途差点被散落了一地的玩具绊倒。“你给我过来！谁才是你爹！是Geist还是我！！”
“噗——”名叫Raymond（明显这名字是继承自已故的老沈博士）的蓝眼睛小男孩嘟起嘴朝自己老豆吐着口水，转头绝尘而去。
Dragunova笑着抱起了地上的另一个孩子，摇了摇头。“哎呀，真是可爱。”
Volk托着脸看了一眼旁边意外的很受小孩子喜欢的Mox：那孩子在他怀里不停地在笑，穿着粉黄色袜子的小脚不停地在蹬。
大胡子突然后悔昨天喝那么多酒了，因为他现在头要炸了。“Elena，你要是和Mox有孩子了我是绝对不会帮你带的。”
Mox抬头眨了眨无辜的大眼睛，后面的Dragunova则是举着她怀里的可爱金色长发小姑娘飞高高。“没事啊我们可以让Geist帮忙带一带。”女性死神只是一边转圈圈一边笑着说到。
“RAY！你给我停下！别推着你弟弟的婴儿车漂移！！”远方Bradford的声音传来。“你信不信我给你妈告状！”
“你才不敢呢！”小男孩尖声喊到。“你比我还怕我妈！”
又有灵能激光飞了过来，差点打中Volk的鼻子。
“我死都不会把孩子拿去给Geist带。”死神头头咬牙说道。“五年抱四个，真有你的，Bradford。”
第二天，早上十点。
指挥官美滋滋地撑了个懒腰。
自从生了孩子之后指挥官就没有睡这么久过了。
啊啊，真幸福。
露出一个微笑，指挥官披着衣服走下了楼梯。
走进客厅门廊的瞬间，就看到了干干净净亮到发光的的地板、被擦过的墙壁，和被收好了的玩具。
——以及沙发上横七竖八躺着的三个神志不清的大汉子。
John “Central” Bradford，动摇，十天。
Pratal Mox，动摇，十四天。
Konstantin “Volk” Volikov，动摇，二十天。
抱着熟睡婴儿的Dragunova走过来，给了指挥官一杯水。“男人。”她摇了摇头。
END
Chapter 2: English translation
Summary:
The translation maybe funky but it is what it is
The story was based on my friend's Chimera squad stream where she said "the commander is off getting married with Bradford, they already had four kids."
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"Are you sure about this?" The commander looked at him and raised their eyebrows.
"I got this. You have a good night's sleep, put on the earmuffs and sleep until tomorrow noon." He patted his chest, "Overwork is not good for your health, plus I don't want to see you fall face flat on live broadcast.”
"Hmm. If you say so. Good luck then." The commander gave him a weary smile and yawned, they pressed two kisses on each side of his cheek. "Love you……"
Bradford's heart melted.
Watching the commander stagger into their bedroom, the retired veteran was so happy to have the commander's approval.
Although he would rather spend the day in bed with his spouse, the commander did approved his mission request.
He couldn't wait to see the Commander's smile after a goodnight's sleep. Maybe they would hug him and say he did a good job.
He smiled, and caresses his wedding ring.
This is what happiness is, John Bradford. Happiness.
Five hours later.
The Reaper headquarters is as quiet as usual.
It's not a big deal, considering that it's been five years since the war ended, they don't have to stroll around like sewer rats anymore.
Comparing who killed a bigger Chryssalids has now become a spicy challenge within the reapers, mostly because these things are now the only alien that can be hunted in public eyes.
But to be honest, when he saw his subordinates dragging half-rotten alien bugs bigger which are than cows into the base, Volk felt that it's not going to be a stinky fish-smelling dead bug that could win the game, but his aching forehead.
The leader of the Reapers stretched his arms and almost knocked the trophy off his head when he stretched out his hands.
The gold trophy for the Xcom Fishing League Championship.
There really is no one who can compare to him. The tuna he caught turned into a faceless when it was photographed, scaring Bradford to the point of running towards the car with the commander on his shoulder, shouting "I TOLD YOU SO! YOU NEED TO CUT THE DAMN THING OPEN!!"
Volk rolled his eyes. Bradford is even more of a boring bastard since he got married, from a soldier to a boring old married man.
Volk glanced over the beard at the beer belly he'd built up over the past five years.
Even though he has no qualifications to judge Bradford, that is a fact.
*Beep beep beep*
The reaper frowned and dropped his legs from the table.
He knew that signal. It is the channel for emergency contact.
Bradford?
three hours later.
"You piece of shit," Volk cocked his hips, frowning. "This is not a fucking emergency!"
"Daddy, Uncle Volk said bad words."
Volk looked at the brat in front of him, feeling that both his eyebrows and eyeballs were about to take a rocket and fly into the sky. "You mother—" The swear words were still swallowed in his mouth. He gritted his teeth and changed his words, "Your mother, Where? Where is your mother?"
"The commander is sleeping." Bradford, who was lying on the sofa cushion with a pair of souless eyes, said and took a sip of vodka - which belongs to Volk. His family has no alcohol reserves since he decided to have children. Of course, there are also a commander who want to let him quit drinking.
"Daddy, what are you guging, can I gug?" The child who couldn't speak words property clapped in Bradford's arms.
"It's mango juice." Bradford said, pulling the jug away from his baby.
"Say, Bradford." Dragunova looked up from behind. "Didn't you tell the mother that you could do it?" She was fully armed, just because Volk thought it was a life-threatening situation so he dragged her along.
Bradford didn't respond, looking up at the ceiling with a dead inside expression.
Behind him, another piece of food flew into the sky and hung on the chandelier.
Volk really wanted to take off the headband and slap Bradford in the face, but he didn't want to do it in front of his kid.
The toddler in Bradford's arms winked with big brown eyes and waved their tiny hands at Volk, their soft blond hair draped over their head, looking more like a puppy than a human.
The bearded man responded to the child, waving his hand perfunctorily, causing the child to giggle. "The one you're holding is obviously more related to the commander." He snorted.
Bradford was too tired to respond, only a grunt came out of his throat. He is leaning his head on the sofa as if he had been rammed by a Sectopod.
Buzzzzz - A burst of blue light shot straight down the hallway, knocking the cup off the table.
Volk's eyes widened.
What the hell was that?
"RAY!!" Bradford yelled, straightened his back from the couch. He didn't forget to plug the ears of the baby in his arms before the shouting. "How many times have I told you! DO NOT attack your brother with that psionic laser!!"
"But uncle Geist said I'm a genius!" A soft young voice came from across the hallway.
Buzz! Another burst of laser hit Bradford in the forehead.
Volk felt that Bradford is going insane right on the spot.
"Hold this." Bradford handed the child in diapers to Mox - the big guy who had been sitting on the couch, looking terrified at Bradford's house, the smashed down books, baby food stuck to the ceiling, crayons on the walls and a soap with bite marks by the sink.
"RAYMOND!!!" Bradford yelled, dashing towards the out-of-control kid, nearly tripped over by scattered toys all over the floor. "Get over here! Dammit! I'm your dad, not Geist!!"
"Pfft—" The little blue-eyed boy named Raymond (obviously inherited it from the late Dr. Shen) pouted and spat at his old man, then turned his head and ran away.
Dragunova smiled and picked up the other child on the ground, shaking her head. "Aw, so adorable."
Volk held his jaws and glanced at Mox, who is surprisingly popular with kids: the child was laughing non-stop in his arms, and the little feet in pink and yellow socks kept kicking.
The bearded man suddenly regretted drinking so much yesterday, because his head is about to explode. "Elena, if you have a baby with Mox, I'm definitely not going to babysit the little bastard for you."
Mox raised his head and blinked his big innocent eyes, while Dragunova behind him was playing with the lovely long-haired blond girl in her arms. "That's alright, we can ask Geist to help babysit." The female reaper just smiled while spinning like a whirlwind.
"RAY! Stop! Stop drifting with your brother's stroller!!" Bradford's voice came from afar. "If you keep doing this I'll tell your mother!"
"You wouldn't dare!" the little boy shouted. "You're more afraid of my mom than I am!"
Another psionic laser flew over and nearly hit Volk in the nose.
"I would rather die than let Geist take care of my child." Mumbles the reaper who gritted his teeth. "Damn you Bradford, why did you make four kids in five years."
The next day, 10 am.
The commander stretched their waist happily.
Commander hasn't slept for so long since they given birth.
Ahhh, joy.
With a smile, the commander walked down the stairs while putting on their clothes.
The moment they walked into the living room porch, they saw the floor that was clean and shiny, the walls that had been scrubbed, and the toys that had been put away.
and three big, delirious men lying on the sofa like corpses.
John "Central" Bradford, shaken, 10 days.
Pratal Mox, shaken, 14 days.
Konstantin "Volk" Volikov, shaken, 20 days.
Dragunova, who was holding a sleeping baby, came over and handed the commander a glass of water. "Men." she shook her head.
END
Leenu_Keath on Chapter 2 Mon 27 Jun 2022 07:30AM UTC
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