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So here we are. We've finally made it to the point where I'll be posting Rainbow Six Siege themed stories. I hate that game so much but I really do like some of the characters. Masked guys are just my thing you know?

So here we have Fuze trying to talk to a little guy they managed to extract on their last mission. Just accept the fact that tiny people exist in this world. Oh and the fact that operatives just walk around the base with full combat gear on. This is fetish fuel!

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Fuze's New Friend

The air was tense and thick in the room, with the operator trudging about . Despite returning to the barracks, Fuze did not remove his armor with the exception of his cumbersome tactical vest. He groaned, stretching and feeling his bones give a satisfying crackle as the day’s tension eased off of him. It wasn’t that the day was abnormally taxing, in fact it would be par for the course were it not for one tiny exception, a rather unique one at that. It was sitting right in front of him in the form of a tiny human on the small table next to Fuze’s bunk bed.

"Forgive me for what happened earlier, little guy. Intel suggested that there were no hostages left after the first entry team failed." Fuze spoke in both his and Markus' native tongue as he approached the miniature person. "You came close to death on multiple occasions out there! First by my reliable cluster charge, and secondly by me when I was clearing the room." Fuze chuckled, despite feeling a little guilty. Though he did bring Markus back to the base in one piece. “If it weren’t for Glazkov’s keen eye, I bet we wouldn’t even notice you.”

Sensing a hint of guilt in Fuze, Markus spoke up, quite literally. His neck craned upwards to face the giant standing over him. “If it wasn't for you and your team's efforts I'd probably look no better than a piece of gum on the bottom of some terrorist's shoe.” Markus said earning a laugh at the remark from Fuze. The masked man’s head cocked and Markus could almost make out a smirk behind the dark glass of Fuze’s helmet.

"You seem to talk a lot about feet my little friend... Would you happen to..." As Fuze trailed off, Markus laughed awkwardly and shifted in place.

“Uhm… Yeah actually.” The little guy admitted. “In fact, I’m quite eager to... uhh… I mean, if you’d even want something like that, of course.”

Fuze raised a brow at this and let out an almost growling noise as he leaned over the little guy. "Hmmm... I suppose I wouldn't mind stepping on you for real this time but how about we soften the blow a bit?"

Fuze picked Markus up with one hand while the other unlaced one of his black combat boots. Soon enough, the boot came off showing a black sock which promptly propped itself over Markus’ tiny frail body. Visible bulges of toes wiggling beneath the layer of fabric could be seen hovering right above the tiny man. Markus was thankful for the interaction with Fuze's socked feet rather than his boots. The underside of those probably still had traces of the bodies that were scattered around the room where Markus was held hostage by the terrorists.

Fuze pushed his foot down, holding Markus to the table daintily with a singular toe. The little arms and legs could be seen wiggling from beneath the balled end of the foot, just before the arms reached up and curled around the toe to hug it. Markus took a whiff of sweat and musk on the underside of the foot, residue of a hard day's work operating. As Fuze bore witness to the rather peculiar scene of a tiny man squirming and moaning in pleasure under his foot.

"Damn, with how much you love this, I'm surprised you didn't actually dive under my shoe back there!" The masked man pressed his whole sole down on Markus, engulfing the little guy in the warmth as the pungent scent of the sock increased tenfold. The stretchy fabric of curled around Markus as the toes picked him up, completely immobilizing him save for whatever Fuze decided to do with the little guy.

Fuze lifted Markus up with his foot and then brought him to the floor, the giant chuckling with the grin that remained hidden beyond his helmet. "You know, we could do this a lot, you and I. It's not technically allowed, but I wouldn't mind you staying here. You're pretty small after all. People wouldn't notice a little bug like you." Fuze then knelt down, pinning his little friend against the floor quite harshly. "Though I guess being a bug here is dangerous... someone could step on you!"

They both remained there for a moment as the air between them grew tense again. Fuze reached down easing his foot off of Markus as plucked the tiny human from the floor. The giant man then moved Markus towards his hoodie which he wore underneath his heavy armor. He pulled the hood of it to side just enough so that it’d be off to the side once he lay down.

Roughly kicking his other boot of as well, Fuze lay down on the bed, setting Markus in the hood which rested just behind his head. Markus sighed happily as he snuggled with the surprisingly soft fabric making Fuze chuckle once more. "Mmmhh, I guess you'll just have to be careful little thing." The operative said with a smile, taking Markus’ silence as a sign of agreement.

And before long he dozed off. Occasionally waking up and reaching his hand to prod at the little human, see if he was still there inside the hood. But soon enough he stopped as sleep overtook him completely. Just as it did for little Markus soon after.