So I've been inspired by a certain someone a little while back and it got me thinking... So here we go a little story of Mute being put in charge of a tiny human whom he would really rather not bother with. Ties in with the previous R6S stories I've posted. Hope you enjoy!~

There's also a wonderful illustration commissioned from  darkzeus

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Muting a Micro

Mute was annoyed. He sighed as he looked at the little human Fuze left him in charge of. As if he didn’t have enough on his hands already, now he had to look after a little twerp the Russian kept around as a pet. Hidden beneath thee operative’s mask was a frown as he stared the micro down.

Markus though was excited. He’d never had the chance to interact with Mute before and looking up at the man he was overjoyed, if a little anxious to finally have the chance to. The human took a deep breath and was just about to introduce himself when he saw a massive finger zooming towards him.

Mute had only intended to silence the guy but instead as the tip of his finger pushed up against Markus’ face, the little guy fell over causing a quiet chuckle from the titan. Perhaps, Mute thought, this wouldn’t be so bad. Fuze never told him he had to indulge or entertain the little guy, just keep him safe.

It was then that an idea formed in the operative’s head. He let out a hum and quickly pulled out a pair of scissors and some sticky tape from a nearby drawer and promptly sliced off a thin piece which he then cut in half. Pressing the tiny right back down against the table just as he was about to stand up, Mute leaned forward, looming threateningly over the twerp. With almost surgical precision he held the little down with one hand glued the tiny bits of tape over the little’s mouth in a neat x-shape with the fingers of the other.

Mute held up one finger to his mask. “Shhhh…” The masked man cautioned, trying to get the little guy to both calm down and understand that he couldn’t have him droning on and on while he was busy. Markus was just about to stand up when he felt the giant’s hand gently grab hold of him. Mute smirked under his mask as he poked at Markus’ belly. The little bugger was adorably helpless, the British operative could almost see what Fuze liked about the tiny troublemaker so much. But no matter…

Pulling a bit of string from the same drawer Mute carefully wrapped it around Markus to keep his arms firmly against his sides. He couldn’t have the little tearing the tape off after all, could he? Tying a little ribbon which could be easily cut later Mute gave the small human a look over in his hand, pressing on the little bugger’s belly one more time with the tip of his finger just for fun.

Thinking back to his conversation with Fuze, Mute remembered another thing, a particular interest this little fellow seemed to have. He gave the Markus an odd look and then just shrugged. Without much hesitation he set the young man down on the floor between his shoes. He was fine with it, as long as it kept Markus quiet.

Now on the floor, the little guy squirmed a bit against his binds but soon found that it was pointless. He was well and truly immobilized, sure he could roll off to the side a little but it would hardly do him any good. Mute didn’t have him waiting for long though.

The sound of fabric against fabric rustled around the little guy as he saw one of the two gigantic feet around him slip out of its shoe. There was a tinge of musk present in the air almost immediately. Carelessly Mute kicked the unoccupied shoe off to the side. As Markus watched the massive thing roll away, he felt warm musky fabric press against his back, Mute’s sock. He could feel individual bulbs of the operative’s toes poking at him through it, wiggling slightly as the massive weight of the giant’s sole settled on top of him. Mute positioned it just right to keep the tiny in one piece. He had to keep Markus safe so he needed to be careful not to break a bone or crush a lung or even just squash the little guy into paste. All of those would be really easy to do.

Markus tried yelling but only found the tape on his mouth wobbling back and forth slightly. He was certain that up above Mute wouldn’t even make out the insignificant muffled noises that he was attempting to make.

The tiny breathed out, air streaming out of his nostrils as the giant’s socked toes curled around him, pushing at him and squeezing him down into the carpet. The overwhelming pressure easily forced whatever breath the little human had in lungs out. He tried to gasp for air only to find the tape once again getting in the way. Mute wasn’t cruel though, almost as soon as it pressed down, the titan’s sole eased off allowing Markus a moment to recover his breath.

Pungent scent of sweat-stained fabric filled the little guy’s nostrils as he lay there, sweating profusely, overtaken completely and utterly by the enormous foot’s warmth. It felt almost like a sauna down there and Markus shuddered to think how much hotter it would be if he were dropped within the shoe that lay on its side just in front of him rather than on the floor. He could see the insole form where he was, bearing the darkened imprint of the foot that relentlessly trampled it every single day. Truthfully, Markus was slightly curious about going in there but it seemed that would have to wait.

Mute sighed in relief, adjusting himself into a more comfortable position on the couch as he felt the little man’s struggles cease. If he understood Fuze correctly, this should keep him not just safe but also quite happy. The masked man couldn’t be bothered to look down and check though. The little thing would be quiet and that was enough for him. Instead he picked up his shotgun and began carefully polishing it with a piece of cloth.
The next hour passed by pretty much exactly like that. Mute kept on polishing his shotgun, fiddling and tinkering with the bits and pieces that made it up. His attention was focused entirely on the task and Only rarely would he acknowledge the little man down below with a gentle squeeze from his sole or a soft curl of his toes. Markus never complained, not that he had the option to. He was thoroughly enjoying his unscheduled but very much welcome time under Mute's foot. He would feel himself being toyed with, constantly aware of the much bigger man's presence but only occasionally being acknowledged in return.

Of course, cleaning his weapon of choice was not the only thing Mute would be up to that day and as the last bits of maintenance were coming to a close he took a few moments to think about what he would do with the little twerp squirming and moaning beneath his sole.

Mute sighed. He was still annoyed that he had to waste his time watching Fuze's pet human. His frustration manifested physically as his sole bore down on the tiny frail body a little more aggressively than he had intended. Upon hearing a muffled scream come from down below the operative just rolled his eyes at this and put the shotgun off to the side. He leaned forward once again, he toe of his foot lifted to allow the giant to take a look at Markus, the shaggy blushing mess that he was at that moment.

The human given some space for the first time in an hour took a deep breath and immediately flipped over, staring up at the man who held him pinned underfoot for that entire time.

Mute brought one finger to his mouth and let out another meaningful "Shhhh..." He then reach down wrapping his gloved hand around the human's restrained body. He scooped it up and without hesitation pressed Markus to his sole, the tiny's face forced just under the toes, where the scent of sweat was thick and ripe.

Markus would have struggled but he knew it'd be pointless even if he weren't bound so instead the human held still, which the titan above acknowledged with a half-surprised, half-approving grunt.

Grabbing hold of his sock with the other hand Mute quickly pulled it down, turning it inside-out and around the tiny human who became enveloped by the moist fabric and hidden from the rest of the world. Through the seams in fabric little Markus would see the vague outlines of the world around him, but soon even that would cease to be true.

Mute sighed as he wiggled his now bare toes in the air. After a moment he used them to pull the formerly discarded shoe closer and without so much as a second thought dropped the sock containing the little human into it and stood up. The operative picked up his weapon and moved to carry it back to its designated spot, taking up one of his gadgets to fiddle with instead.

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Evening had already rolled about when the door creaked open, revealing Fuze who raised his hand in greeting to Mute, to which the British operative replied with a nod. Most people around the base were used to this by now, Mute didn't really enjoy idle chit-chat.

After a few moments of looking around and seeing nothing, Fuze looked to Mute and spoke up. "Where's Markus?"

Without even looking away from the jammer he was configuring, Mute nodded his head towards the discarded boot with a sock inside of it.

"Right. Mind if I... take him?"

Mute shook his head.

Fuze knelt down and with hesitation befitting touching another man's dirty sock picked it up. He immediately sensed the little man within it and flipped the small bit of squirming mass out onto his palm. The returning giant couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of the tied-up heavily breathing little guy. "Got him." Fuze said, stuffing the sock back into the boot. "Thanks for watching him for me."

"No problem." Mute replied with little interest and nodded while Fuze stepped out into the hallway, leaving the Englishman to his business.

Pulling out a pocket knife Fuze carefully cut the string that bound Markus. Unable to suppress another chuckle as he watched the tiny thing wincing and clumsily tearing the tape form his mouth.

"You know little guy, I think Mute was onto something with the whole tying you up thing." Fuze laughed and prodded at the little guy, feeling the tiny hands wrap around his finger in a hug as he did. "You okay?"

"Yeah!" Markus exclaimed. "Think I could hang out with Mute again sometime?"

"Hah hah! Sure." The Russian operative nodded. "Let's get you cleaned up and fed first though, alright?"