Soldier Boy: Condescension x Male!Reader Ch. 3

Next thing you know you're back in the Summoner's camp.
"Hey kiddo, how was life with highbloods?"
"Summoner, you actually came for me!"
"Aww c'mon kid, you may be a stiff but without you we're just a ragtag team of misfit lowbloods trying to fight something we'll never beat."
"Thanks… I guess."
You started seeing people you knew then you felt a hand on your back.
"(Name)?"
"Dolorosa!"
Like she had with many others, the Dolorosa had been a motherly figure in your life.
"(Name), dear, this is for you." She hand you a (blood color) shirt. You pull it on. It's tight, and it shows your build. You hug her.
"Thanks."
"Of course. I just didn't want you to catch cold. Plus, some of the girls around here have been staring at you like fresh meat."
She walks off and you stand still. Again, people found you,  the unsure and silent soldier boy, attractive?
"She's right you know," Summoner says.
"About what?"
"Look, I know you're a little unsure of yourself, but look at you. You have the build of a soldier, the strength to rival a blue-blood and you're more clever than a fox."
"Thanks Summoner."
"Which of the goddamn highbloods stole you from us?"
"Take a guess."
"Grand Highblood the dirty b-"
"Her Imperious Condescension."
Summoner laughs and takes a sip out of a canteen.
"I didn't know Miss High and Mighty bothered herself with us dirty peasants," Summoner says, trying to sound funny. You know he's angry. "She knew without you we'd all be out. We'd be screwed. But we got you back kid. We got you back," Summoner says, handing you a heavy object wrapped in cloth, and ruffling your hair.
You run a hand through your hair in order to try and fix it. You unwrap the object.
In front of you lies a fully automatic AK-47. Your jaw drops.
"Summoner…"
"We lost your old (strife weapon), so, we stole this from one of Mindfang's creeps on yesterday's raid."
"Summoner, this is awesome! Do you know how many of those scumbags I could kill with this?!" You hold the gun in your hand. You close your eyes and think about the people who hurt your people.
Highbloods start to pop up in your head.
The Executioner Darkleer, Horuss and Equius Zahhak.
The Grand Highblood, Kurloz and Gamzee Makara.
The Orphaner Dualscar, Cronus and Eridan Ampora.
You stop and open your eyes.
Her Imperious Condescension, Meenah and Feferi Peixes.
"Kid. What's the matter?"
You drop the gun.
"I can't do it."
"Whoa kid. You can't do what?"
"Summoner I met her kids. I can't kill them."
Summoner whacks your arm.
"Okay first, you're an idiot. Second, we're not gonna kill the kids. Her kids are the same age as my kids. Who's that heartless?"
Speaking of his kids, Tavros and Rufioh come into the tent. Rufioh stops pushing Tavros's wheelchair and tackles you.
"(Name)!"
"Hey Ruf." Rufioh jumps up into a fighting stance.
"We're gonna beat those highbloods into the dirt!"
"Hmm, no this won't do. Attention!"
Rufioh stands at attention.
"Stand up straight, you got wings so make sure those highbloods can damn well see them. Feet shoulder width apart, hands in fists. Dominant foot forward, dominant fist forward."
Rufioh does as you say. You smile.
"Am I doing it right?"
"You're doing great." You smile at Tavros. "Hey kiddo, how you doing?"
"Uh, pretty good, I mean, well, my arms are getting strong from pushing the chair when someone isn't pushing me. Though, I'm having trouble with going uphill, and uh, things like that."