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These Violent Delights
Chapter 37 - Have Violent Ends
Summary: Poly 141 x fem!reader, a/b/o alternate universe 12.9k words.
CW: a/b/o alternative universe, a/b/o dynamics, typical a/b/o universe tropes (scenting, claiming), abuse, physical abuse, psychological abuse, death, use of weapons, hurt/comfort, angst, blood, assault, description of wounds, aftermath of torture, mentions of SA, implied SA & Rape.
AN: Heed the warnings again. I will be taking a little break from this fic to work on some other things. Just get ready for lots of fluffy comfort to come.
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You wake in pain.Â
Youâre naked and freezing.Â
Your body throbs, you groan pulling your legs up to your chest. The floor is wet and cold, you open your eyes but you canât see anything. The room is pitch black. You know where you are though you recognise it, the cold hard stone floor, the metal drain digging into your thigh, the smell of damp.
You turn over groaning. Youâre in so much pain, thereâs pain everywhere, in your head and your stomach. Thereâs a burn between your legs. You move your hand down, your thighs are raw from rubbing them together. You have no idea how long itâs been. The last thing you remember was strangers coming into the room to handcuff you back to the bed.Â
Then there was Mandy, she was almost menacing the way she came over to you with a needle in her hand. After that you donât remember anything. You force a hand up to the back of your neck, youâre almost too scared to feel. You squeeze your eyes closed, you hope he didnât claim you, your breathing picks up, your heart feels like itâs about to burst out your chest.Â
When your fingers feel the deep indents of his teeth you almost donât believe it. Or moreover, you donât want to believe it. You sob, your hand starts to shake as you follow the indents around.
He claimed you.Â
He claimed you.Â
You pull your hand away and your legs up to your chest and wrap your arms around them. You sob in the cold dark room while youâre alone. You donât even care if heâs watching, in fact you hope he is watching. You hope he can see how upset you are, how much you donât want his mark. Â
Youâre not sure how long youâre sobbing for, until your nose is stuffy and your head is throbbing so much itâs turning your sobs into pained groans. That's when the lights in the room are turned on, you jump squeezing your eyes closed and dig your fingers into your legs.Â
The smell of beta fills the room. Itâs too familiar, you canât focus, youâre in too much pain. You slowly open your eyes and look up through your blurred vision to see Mandy bending down by your head. The back of her hand presses on your forehead.Â
Her hand is cold - it reminds you of Piper.Â
âI know youâre in pain.â She says. Thereâs an edge to her voice, it almost sounds like sadness. You watch as she sits back on her legs and opens her bag. You recognise what she takes out, and IV kit.
âPlease donât.â You beg, you donât want more drugs, even if itâs just pain relief. âI donât want anything.âÂ
She hesitates, you smell her trying to relax you. You sob again, you donât want her to relax you, you want her gone. You just want to be left alone.Â
âYouâre dehydrated.â She says.Â
âThen-â You choke on the word, you feel how dry your mouth is all of a sudden. âThen get me some water.âÂ
âYou need the rest.â She says.Â
âI need my pack.â You sob back. Itâs a low blow but you donât care, you hope the Professor is listening now.
âThis will help you.â She says. You shake your head. She hesitates then puts it back in her bag. You want to smile, she listened to you. She let you have your way. Instead she pulls out a stethoscope and puts it in her ears.Â
She shuffles towards you slowly, you let her. She rubs the chest piece in her hand before pressing it against your back.Â
âTake a big breath.â She says you do, letting your lungs fill the whole way, it hurts. When sheâs done she sits back on her legs and puts the stethoscope back in her bag. She pulls out a water bottle and places it on the floor before standing up.
âIs there anything I can get you?â She asks. You donât know what to say, you just blink at her, willing her to leave. She sighs, pressing her lips together before turning..Â
âShe would braid my hair.â You blurt out before you can stop yourself.
âWhatâs that?â She asks, turning back to you.Â
âPiper. She would braid my hair.â You say, you feel silly saying it now. Your hairâs been cut short. It wasnât about the hair anyway. It was the comfort she would give you after your heats. She would hold you and let you cry, she would wash you gently with nice smelling soaps and wouldnât let the Professor anywhere near you.Â
âIâm sorry, is there anything else I can do?âÂ
You shake your head. âJust leave.âÂ
She sighs and leaves, turning the light off on the way out.Â
The barn didnât offer much privacy but still, Price, Simon, Alejandro and Kate picked a corner and had been there all morning.Â
âWe could have stayed at the house for one more night.â Kyle says.Â
âCould be worse.â Johnny sighs.Â
âWhy did we come out here so early?â Piper asks, sitting down at the table.Â
âThe Vaqueros, got delayed or we would have been going in sooner.â Alex says. Piper looks over at him, heâs been reading through files for the past few hours. Theyâve all been trying to keep busy, Johnnyâs halfway through cleaning another weapon.
âAll the explosives theyâre bringing are slowing them down.â Johnny clarifies.Â
âAre you going to be able to blow up the place?â Piper asks, raising an eyebrow.Â
âNow we have the right tools we can.â Johnny replies. âLos Vaqueros know how to blow shit up.âÂ
âTheir parties go pretty hard too.â Kyle chuckles.Â
âWhat do you think the plan is going to be?â Piper asks, looking back over at the other group of people standing around a table. Â
âI reckon 3 teams-â Johnny starts.Â
âCap, Ghost and Alejandro.â Kyle says.Â
âYeah, one team takes the front, the other two down the service hatch.â Johnny continues.Â
âOne team looks for the main control room, the other two are looking for Graves, the omega and Hale.â Kyle says.Â
âLaswell and Nik are on overwatch.â Alex says. They both nod.Â
âThat easy?â Piper asks.Â
âWell that's the basics of it. Theyâll have a more detailed plan.â Kyle shrugs.Â
âNot always that simple Garrick.â Piper hears Simon walk up behind them. She turns and stands up to see them all walking over.Â
âWe have a plan?â Kyle asks. John nods, resting his hands on his hips. They explain the plan, it ends up being pretty similar to the simple plan Kyle and Johnny explained. 3 teams are going in, 2 down the service hatch then 1 in the front, they expect the team going in the front to get spotted pretty quickly, that's where the majority of the Vaqueros will go.Â
The shadows are being treated as hostiles but the plan is to make sure Hale survives.Â
âThis is a rescue mission.â John reminds everyone. âOur main objective is to rescue the omega, the secondary objective is to secure Victor Hale and Philip Graves.âÂ
âPiper is going to go in with Bravo-2, she knows the layout of the bunker better then any of us and she will know how to find Haleâs office which is where the omega is most likely to be.â John explains.Â
âWe also need her for medical. We donât know what state the omega is going to be in. The moment sheâs recovered I want to hear it. She will be fearful of strangers. Alejandro is going to lead Bravo-1 in through the front. Myself and Ghost will take Bravo-2 and 3.â He continues. Piper listens, taking in all the details and whoâs going to be on what team.Â
Sheâs never been involved in anything like this before, sheâs not sure she understands some of the information John talks about.
âCâmon.â Simon says to her eventually once John has asked if there are any more questions.Â
âWhat?â She asks getting up and following him.Â
âGoing to teach you how to shoot and how to use a radio.â He explains.Â
âI know how to fire a gun.â She says.Â
âGood, then all you need to do is impress me.âÂ
Youâre still naked as youâre marched to back down to the professor's office. The bunker is freezing, you wrap your arms around your chest but it doesnât help you feel any less exposed. Your body is covered in bruises, most of them are around your stomach, thighs and wrists. Youâre used to this though, youâve woken up in worse states.Â
Youâre glad you donât remember much, it will come though, the memories can take a few days to filter in. For now the only reminder you have is the pain, and his mark. Thinking about his mark makes you feel sick. It should be Johnâs mark there not his, you never wanted him to touch you again and now heâs bound to you.Â
Heâs your alpha now and now you have to be his omega. His obedient, passive omega.Â
Tears are running down your face as the lift dings. You get in, not even bothering to look at Mandy, you press the button and the door closes. You wipe the tears away while youâre alone. He wonât want you to be upset, he won't want to see you cry.Â
You hesitate as the lift stops and the door opens. You can smell him, he smells different now, more familiar, his scent is mellow instead of harsh and hitting the back of your nose.Â
You step out, the door to his bedroom is open, you turn and see him in the office. His eyes lock on to you and he stands up. He meets you at the glass door, your arms are still wrapped around your chest as he opens it in silence and moves to the side.Â
You see the scar on his lip, and there's a bandage on the side of his neck. You remember some of that, mainly the fear of knowing he would hurt your pack, and the taste of blood. You did that, you hurt him.
You walk in and his hand grips your wrist pulling your arms away from your chest. You drop them and he smiles letting out a satisfied hum. His hand comes up to your chin pulling your face up to look at him.Â
âYouâre mine now.â He says before reaching down to kiss you, you just relax your mouth and let him do what he wants. It doesnât seem to satisfy him though and he grabs your chin harder pulling his face away.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â He asks. He never asks, you donât know what to say, you just stand there looking at him with your mouth hanging open, the taste of alcohol and smoke is still lingering on your tongue.Â
âWhat? You donât want to kiss your alpha?â He asks, but it's almost a growl, it makes the hair stand up on the back of your neck. He presses his lips together and pushes your face away. It jolts your jaw hard. He looks angry, you can smell his anger.Â
The next thing you know his hand comes around your neck and he squeezes.Â
âYouâre such a disrespectful omega!â He snaps, you canât breathe. âYouâre mine and you will do what I want. You donât have a pack anymore, just me!â
âSorry.â You choke out, itâs barely a word.Â
âSorry what?âÂ
âAlpha.â Your hands move to claw at his hand around your neck, panic sets in as your lungs burn.
âSorry alpha.â He lets you go, you collapse to the floor, your knees and hands slam painfully on the cold black tile. Your head spins as you suck in as much air as possible. You hear him sigh and go over to the sofa.Â
âCome.â He calls. You stand up, rubbing your neck and going over to him. He sits down on the couch and you stop in front of him. You realise the coffee table has been moved, he spreads his legs motioning for you to sit between them. You kneel down looking up at him.Â
He sighs again, he sounds disappointed as he leans forward. His hand runs down to the bandage on his neck.Â
âYou hurt me. Do you remember?â He asks. You shake your head, you do remember but you donât want him to know you do. âYou attacked me.âÂ
His hand crashes into your face before you even realise what's going on. It snaps your head to the side, it hurts and makes your head spin even more. You swallow the sob and turn to look back at him, you see the anger in his eyes, then the regret.Â
He hurt his omega, that's going to affect him too. Good, maybe heâll start being nicer to you, probably not. His hand comes back to your face, and he brushes where he slapped you. You freeze up and look in his eyes. He smiles, his thumb rubs your cheek and he tips his head to the side.Â
âYouâre going to be a good omega for me now, okay?â He says, widening his eyes. You nod, he raises an eyebrow. You swallow taking a second to compose yourself. Â
âYes alpha.â You say keeping your voice as level as possible.Â
You expect him to ask you to lay on his lap or something but instead he lets you go take a shower. You were hosed down when Mandy came back into the room but itâs nothing like the hot shower in the Professor's room.Â
He doesnât join you in the shower but when youâre done heâs waiting for you in the bedroom.Â
Itâs a tough few hours but thankfully they go by in somewhat of a blur. He wants sex and you canât exactly say no. You are his now, and he gets whatever he wants. Eventually he tires out, or gets bored but he lets you take another shower and change into pyjamas. Youâre too exhausted to even fight him by what you assume is the end of the day.Â
He goes into his office when food is bought, youâre not hungry though, youâre still sore and exhausted. You have no appetite but you feel like if you donât eat heâs going to be mad. You just want to sleep but instead he calls you to his office.Â
Heâs sitting on the sofa with a cigar between his fingers. The pyjamas youâre wearing are thin, the room feels cold as you walk over to him. He reaches out for your hand and you offer it to him. He brings it up to his mouth and kisses it.Â
âMy perfect omega.â He says, thereâs a shine of something in his eyes. You see the bottle of whisky on the side table and the half drunk glass. He looks down at the back of your hand taking the cigar out of his mouth.Â
He grips your hand tighter, a yelp leaves your mouth and you cry out as he presses the cigar into the back of your hand. It burns, it stings, it makes your eyes water and youâre trying to pull your hand away from him but he holds it tight.Â
âAlpha please.â You beg. âIt hurts.â He sighs as he pulls it off you, you look down at the red and blistering skin on your hand.Â
âYou hurt me, remember?â He says putting the cigar back in his mouth. You blink the tears away, your hand throbs, heâs still holding on to it. He takes the cigar out his mouth blowing a long plumb of smoke and resting it in an ashtray.Â
He brings your burnt hand up to your mouth and kisses your fingers. âCome lay on my lap, sweetheart.â He says smiling. You feel sick, the little food you had feels like it's jumping in your stomach. He lets your hand go and you sit on the sofa next to him slowly pulling your legs up and laying down on his lap.Â
Your burnt hand starts to shake and you rest it on his knee.Â
Thereâll be more, more pain, more abuse until heâs satisfied youâve paid for what you did. You relax trying your best to project your scent for him. His hand comes to land on your neck and his thumb brushes your mark.Â
âMy omega. Now all that's left is to deal with your pack.â He says picking the cigar again.Â
You hope they aren't coming for you, if they come for you heâll kill them. For their sake you hope theyâre back in the UK, where theyâre safe. The Professor has you, that's really all he wants.Â
You close your eyes as he strokes his mark. His mark.Â
Youâre glad you hurt him, you donât care how much you have to suffer for it, youâre glad you hurt him.Â
You will do it again.Â
Youâre woken abruptly from your sleep. Youâre disorientated, you can hear an alarm. You can hear the professor shouting from his office. Youâre in the bedroom, you donât remember falling asleep or making it to the bedroom.Â
Something is wrong. Something is very wrong. You can smell fear.Â
You get out of the bed and walk out the room seeing the Professor on the phone in his office. He looks desheled too, in his pyjamas, his hair ruffled. He must have just got out of bed too. He sees you and you hear the lift ding. Graves walks in followed by two Shadows, the Professor has put the phone down now and is coming to the door.Â
âThereâs been a security breach, we need to move you.â Graves says. You swallow the lump in your throat. You can smell him, he smells sure, confident.Â
âLet's go.â Hale says nodding, Graves turns and orders his Shadows around. The Professor comes over to you and grabs your arm, his fingers dig into your skin as youâre dragged to the lift.Â
âWhatâs going on?â You ask.
âNothing. Just a small security breach.â He says. You donât believe him. Every one piles into the tiny lift for the short journey to the second floor. The bright fluorescent lights have been replaced by harsh flashing red and orange emergency lights.Â
Your heart is pounding in your chest as you're dragged down halls, eventually stopping outside a room. You hear pops, and loud banging. Panic sets in, that's gunshots.Â
âAlpha?â You ask as he pushes you into the room. Itâs a lab, the door is thick though steel with a massive lock. You donât understand how this is safer than down in his office but youâre too scared to ask.Â
âStay here.â Graves says. âWeâll be back to get you when the place is all clearâÂ
âThank you.â Hale says and closes the door behind them. At least the lights in this room are not flashing. You donât know what to do, you press yourself up against the back wall and slide down to the floor.Â
âItâs going to be okay.â He says, you can smell his fear. He has no idea how bad this is. You hear more pops, more gun shots. You want to press your hands to your ears and block it all out. The Professor starts pacing, heâs antsy, he wonât stand still, it doesnât help with your nerves.
Your bottom starts to go numb, the room is cold and you start to shiver as the adrenaline wears off. Your head snaps up when you think you hear voices. The Professor stops pacing too. Fear has you frozen in place, suddenly the room feels like the most insecure place on the planet. Maybe you should have stayed in the Professor's office, at least there is only one way in and one way out.Â
You watch as the door handle moves, someone is trying to get in. The Professor is backing up from the door.Â
âThey canât get in, that's 2 feet of steel.â He says, it makes you feel somewhat better. At least you have an alpha here to protect you.Â
It doesnât matter though, you both gasp when you hear the lock click open.Â
Everything happens so quickly. The door is slammed open, the Professor dives to the side. You scream bringing your knees to your chest and pressing your hands over your ears as you start to sob.Â
You squeeze your eyes closed as shouting fills the room.Â
âStay down!â Your eyes fly open. You canât believe it, you know that voice.Â
âHands up donât fuckinâ move!â John. Itâs John shouting. You almost canât believe it, youâre holding your breath looking at people spill into the room. Your eyes lock onto Johnny and the weapon in his hands as he scans around.Â
His eyes land on you and you blink the tears away. Your lip starts to quiver, you drop your hands from your ears. Johnny drops his weapon letting it swing by his side, as he strides over to you, you almost can't believe he's real.Â
You reach out for him, breathing him in. Itâs him, itâs really Johnny.
âHoly shite.â He says kneeling down and wrapping his arms around, pulling you to his chest as close as he can. You don't care that the objects on his vest stick into your skin painfully. Itâs Johnny, your Johnny, your pack. You can smell them, a warm comfort blooms in you and it fills you with relief.
âYouâre here.â You try to say but itâs barely words, you canât even understand yourself. It almost feels like a dream, if it wasnât for the pain youâd think it was a dream.
âWeâre here, weâre here, love. Weâve got you. Iâve got you.â He says in your ear, his breath is warm, his words comfort you. You close your eyes, breathing him in, his scent is familiar.Â
Youâre safe, youâre finally safe.Â
You hear a grunt looking over at the professor being zip-tied and hauled to his feet. Someone lowers a blanket on you and Johnny breaks from the hug to pull it around you. He quickly looks around your bruised body.Â
You hear steps and look up to see John. You smile at him and he smiles back, Johnny moves out the way opening the blanket so John can see that damage to your body. His smile fades and he turns back to look at the professor.Â
âPiper, weâve got the omega, we need you here.â John says as Johnny pulls you against him and makes sure the blanket is as tightly wrapped around you as his arms.Â
âPipers here?â you ask, your throat feels dry, the words are barely audible.Â
ââCause sheâs here.â Johnny smiles. You look up at John, he bends down to your level. You can smell him, he smells familiar, safe. Heâs your alpha, even though you no longer have his mark. He reaches out, his hand lands on your shoulder and he squeezes, smiling at you.Â
âYouâre okay now. Weâre here, no one is going to hurt you again.â He says, you nod and he turns to look at Johnny. âDonât let her go MacTavish, no matter what happens donât let her go.âÂ
âAye sir.â Johnny replies, squeezing you tighter as Johnâs hand drops and he stands up. He strides over to the professor whoâs being held up by two people you donât recognise. They donât smell of anything, they look like soldiers though, John bought backup.Â
The next person through the door is another stranger.Â
âNeed a hand?â The person asks, he has an accent. You donât know where to place it, not British or American.Â
âWeâre good Rudy, go meet with bravo-3 bring the doctor.â John says dismissing him. Rudy. He nods, his eyes darting over to you quickly before leaving.Â
âSo youâre her pack?â The Professor says. He struggles to hold his voice level, he was hit over the head at some point. He looks over at you, his eyes are like daggers you can smell his alpha in the air. John moves to stand in front of him blocking his view. You hear him spit on the floor, it makes your stomach twist.Â
Johnny can feel it on you, he reacts to every little movement you make, each change in your scent. His arms keep you close as the adrenaline starts to wane, you feel the hair stand up on the back of your neck as you start to shake.Â
âItâs okay, love.â He whispers, pressing a kiss on your forehead. âHe canât hurt you again.â The Professor laughs, you know he heard Johnny, it makes you feel sick.Â
Piper comes into the room next, followed by Rudy and Simon. She quickly looks over at Hale then rushes over to you. Your eyes lock on to Simon as he slowly walks over to the Professor. He looks terrifying with his mask and all black kit. He smells terrifying too his alpha fills the space cutting through Johnnyâs scent. It makes you shiver, you donât think youâve ever seen him like this before.Â
âHey, hun.â She says, you turn to look at her. She bends down and her hands come to hold your face. You can smell her projecting her scent. She presses her forehead against yours, breathing you in.
âDid he claim you?â She asks quietly. You canât reply, you just sob. Her hands leave your face and one of them moves down to the back of your neck, her fingers are cold as they run over the indents of his teeth and you sob. She sighs, you can hear the sadness in it. She lets you go back into Johnny's arms, he shushes you as you cry against his chest.Â
âI never thought I would see you again.â The professor says. Piperâs on her feet in an instant, you watch as she rushes towards him. It makes you gasp, John stops her planting his hands on her shoulders.Â
âKeep it together.â He orders, his alpha is strong in the air.Â
âYou fucking claimed her! Why!?â She shouts at him, fighting his grip, you hear Hale laugh again. Itâs almost like heâs enjoying this.Â
âPiper!â John shouts. âFocus on the omega.âÂ
âWhat was the fucking point!?â She snaps.Â
âSheâs mine!â Hale shouts, it makes you sob again and you press your head into Johnnyâs chest. He kisses the top of your head, rubbing your back.Â
âGet him out of here!â John snaps, his alpha is almost suffocating. Itâs too much 3 alphas all fighting trying to make their scent the dominant one.Â
âCap.â Johnny says, feeling you tense. Your breathing picks up, there's a tight feeling in your chest. Your breaths become shorter, you feel yourself starting to panic.
âYou should listen to him.â Hale says as heâs hauled to his feet. John looks back at you, his expression changes. You try to press yourself closer to Johnny. âSheâll distress if you donât.â Piper bends down in front of you, her hand comes to rub your arm. You look over her shoulder to see the Professor being dragged out by Simon and Rudy.Â
âDeep breaths. Come on, you can do it.â She says trying to get you to look at her. It feels wrong, itâs almost like you want him to stay in the room with you. It makes sense, heâs your alpha now too. You look at her, sheâs taking exaggerated breaths and you try to relax following her.Â
âThatâs it, nice and easy.â She encourages, rubbing your arm. When your breathing returns to normal she smiles. You feel light headed and rest your head against Johnny. Her hand moves to the blanket and she pulls it open slightly. You feel embarrassed for some reason, she quickly looks over you, when her eyes land on the scar on your collar bone you see her swallow.Â
âThe bunkers been cleared. I want to move you somewhere else.â John says, stepping up behind Piper. Â
âThe medical room.â Piper says, âI need to check her over properly.â You hear an edge in her voice, she sounds almost mad.Â
âOkay.â John says, you look up at him, he seems relaxed now, you smile at him. You just want to throw yourself in his arms and thank him. Johnny starts to move when the door to the room swings open. You smell Kyle before you see him, he has Mandy in his hands.
âFound this one hiding in a cupboard. Has max level security clearance.â Kyle says as he throws Mandy onto the floor.Â
âMandy?â Piper asks, getting to her feet and turning towards her.
âDoctor Montgomery?â She asks, shocked. âI thought you were dead.â
âYou know her?â John asks, raising an eyebrow.Â
âShe was one of the doctors I used to work with.âÂ
âShe cut out my marks.â You say, Johnâs head snaps to you instantly. You see him grip the weapon tighter in his hands. They all heard you, Johnny tenses up and he squeezes you again.Â
âIt was the professor's orders.â She sobs. You look over at her, her face is wet with tears, her arms are tied behind her back.Â
âTake her to Ghost, heâs down the hall, then come back here.â John orders. You watch as Kyle grabs her arm pulling her to her feet as she protests. Sheâs begging for them to listen to her.Â
âWeâre going to move okay? Youâll be more comfortable laying down.â Piper says, trying to reassure you.Â
âDonât leave.â You say gripping Johnnyâs arm.Â
âNever, Iâm never leaving you.â He says. They help you to your feet, you feel weak, your head spins but they donât let you go, not for a second. Kyle comes back and walks straight over to you swinging his weapon behind his back and wrapping his arms around you. His nose presses into your neck, Johnny and Piper's hands help hold you while he squeezes you.Â
âIâm so glad youâre safe. I love you so much.â He says. You smile, breathing him in.Â
âI love you too.â You reply, he breaks from the hug, his hands rest on your arms.Â
âWeâre moving her to the medical room.â John says. Kyle nods, smiling and turning to John. They lead and you follow, Johnnyâs hands never leave you as Piper helps guide them in the right direction. You can smell the death of beta in the air, the smell of blood and gunpowder fills the halls.Â
The medical room has good ventilation. It never smells of anything other than antiseptic. You see people around, more soldiers but theyâre not dressed in black and they donât have their faces covered. You turn into the room and automatically hop up on the bed, John and Kyle linger at the door.Â
âWeâre going to go help Ghost and Rudy. Thereâll be some Vaqueros on the door.â John says. âIf you need us, call.âÂ
âAye sir.â Johnny says. You pull the blanket around you tighter. The medical room is always freezing. You smile at them as they leave. You look up at Piper whos stood in front of you. Johnny hops up on the bed behind you, his hands wrap around you.Â
Pipers hands run down the blanket to where youâre holding it. Her hand lands on yours and squeezes it, suddenly you donât want her to see, you donât want any of them to see. She waits though, letting you take your time. Sheâll have to see eventually, they all will. You drop one of your hands and she smiles. You can smell both their scents keeping you calm.Â
âItâs okay.â Johnny says kissing the back of your head. You swallow the nerves and let Piper take the blanket off you. You feel Johnny tense as your body is revealed to him, you know his eyes will go straight to his mark and it wonât be there.Â
Piper doesnât move, she doesnât touch you, she just looks around your body. You feel more tears come and your lip quivers, her hand comes up to your face, she cups your cheek brushing away the tears.
âI know, I know itâs hard.â She says, her voice low and filled with sympathy. Her hands are cool, youâre used to that, for once you donât mind it. She reaches down and picks up your injured hand, it shakes as she takes it into hers. She looks at the fresh burn mark and swallows.Â
âDo you have any pain anywhere?â She asks, you want to say no. Youâre used to saying no, youâre used to not being a burden. Piper wonât deny you though, sheâs not like Mandy, or the Professor.
âI just finished my heat.â You say, sheâll know what that means.
âLet's do something about that first.â She says, dropping your hand and turning around.Â
âItâs okay.â You say, youâd rather her stay close. She hesitates and turns back to you, her hands come around your face again. She gently forces you to look up at her.Â
âYou donât have to be in pain. No one is going to hurt you again I promise.â She says. You believe her and she lets your face go smiling and turning around again. Johnnyâs hand rubs your shoulder and you move your hand up to rest on his. His hand is resting where his and Kyleâs marks used to be.Â
Piper takes your hand with the burn and cleans and dresses the wound while you grit your teeth.Â
âIt hurt.â You say squeezing Johnnyâs hand, you try to keep your voice level as you feel the heat coming off Johnnyâs hand. âWhen he did it, he didnât let me have any anaesthetic.âÂ
âWe donât have to talk about it.â He says pressing a kiss on your hand and squeezing your shoulder. You hear Piper sniffle, for a second you smell her sadness befores she hides it.Â
 âHe wanted me to feel it, he wanted me to know what it was like to lose my marks.â You say dropping your hand and hanging your head. Johnny shuffles on the bed and his arms wrap around you.Â
âDonât think about him, love. Weâre here now and nothing like that will ever happen again.â He says.Â
âBut I donât have your ma-âÂ
âHey, listen.â He says in your ear stopping you. âI love you, we all do. Markâs or not weâre yours.â You turn in his arms to face him, your lip quivers and he leans in to kiss you. His hands hold your face as he presses his tongue into your mouth. Heâs soft and moves slow, itâs almost like heâs testing the waters, letting you control the speed. You donât care, the familiarity of Johnny holding you and kissing you itâs all you need.Â
You sink into it, only breaking from the kiss when the tears reach your lips.Â
âYou are ours and we are yours. Now and forever, we donât need marks for that, weâll never leave you.â He says pressing his forehead to yours.Â
âI love you so much.â You say swallowing the tears.Â
âI love you too.â He replies.Â
âIâm sorry to interrupt.â Piper says resting her hand on your shoulder. You turn to look at her, sheâs holding a filled syringe in her hand. You assume it's the pain relief but she sighs. âWas Dr. Sloan giving you these?â You nod.Â
âWhat is it?â Johnny asks.Â
âI donât know, I need to know what this is before I give you anything.â She says.Â
âIt was to keep me calm, so I wouldnât distress.â You say. She presses her lips together looking at the syringe in her hand before putting it in her pocket.
âOkay. Johnnyâs going to stay with you, Iâm going to go and check the supply room.â She says. You nod looking back at Johnny who smiles.Â
âItâs going to be okay.â He says, you nod and wrap your arms around him.
Piperâs walking back to the medical room when hair stands up on the back of her neck. She can smell him before she sees him; Simon. He smells angry, it makes her swallow and tightly grip the supplies in her hand. She follows the scent letting it lead her to a familiar corridor.Â
Most of the emergency lights have been switched back to the normal lights. She heard in her ear a few minutes ago that theyâd found the main control room and were trying to lift the lockdown. Piper lets out a breath as turns to look down the hall. The only light is the light spilling out the room
She sees Simon, his bulking figure is blocking most of the door. The light shines past him making him look massive. Itâs the hall to your heat room, although from the little she can see itâs been redecorated.Â
âSi-â She stops herself. âGhost?âÂ
He doesnât move, she swallows the fear building up in her and walks towards him. The closer she gets, the more she feels dread rising. She reaches out to land a hand on his shoulder. He moves to the side letting her see into the room.Â
It makes Piper gasp. Itâs been re-decorated. Itâs a nursery with multiple cribs, a bed.Â
âFuck.â She sighs. She looks up at Simon, she can see the shine of tears in his eyes.Â
âHow is she?â He asks. Piperâs not sure what to stay or where to start, she looks down at the supplies in her hands.Â
âIâm still looking her over.â She says. âDo you want to see her?â Simon looks at her.Â
âNo. Not until Hale is dead.â Simon says, itâs filled with venom, anger. She looks back into the room, the mural is still on the ceiling but the whole place is different.Â
âThis used to be where she would spend her heats.â Piper says.
âWhere she would be abused and raped.â Simon spits. She nods, she was complacent, she let this happen to you for years. Sheâs not a good person, she reminds herself again.Â
âJohn bonded with you.â He says suddenly.
âI didnât ask him-â
âI know.â Simon interrupts her. âItâs who he is.âÂ
âI donât need- I mean, you donât have to bond with me.â She says feeling nervous all of a sudden. He hums.Â
âHale claimed her.â He says. She nods again, swallowing the bile that rises in her throat. She doesnât want to believe it, she doesnât want this to be real.Â
âWhat happens now?â She asks.Â
âJohn wants to let her decide what happens to Hale and the doctor. Give her the choice.âÂ
âDo you think that's a good idea?â She asks.Â
âDo you?âÂ
âI donât know. Sheâs claimed by him, we donât know what happens to her if she decides to kill him.â She says, Simon turns and looks at her.Â
âThat's why she has us by her side. Her pack, and you, her mother. Sheâll need you.â Simon says. She canât help smiling.
âShe needs us all. Itâs not going to be easy, for anyone.â She says, he nods and looks back into the room.Â
âThank you.â He says, she frowns at him. He turns back to look at her.Â
âWhat for?âÂ
âThose talks we used to have, when we were in Washington.â He sighs.
âI thought I hated her. I thought she would tear us apart, come between what we had as 141. It felt wrong, she was around and all I could think about was how crazy I was about her. I thought it would be easier if I hated her instead.â He explains. She keeps quiet letting him talk, she wants to reach out and touch him, reassure him everything is okay.Â
âThe way you spoke about her, the way you loved her.â He sighs, turning to look at her. âI fell in love with her through your eyes. The day I found her in the lab, cut up and bloodied. That was when I knew, I couldnât live without her no matter what.âÂ
âWhen I claimed her, it was like nothing I have ever experienced in life. Seeing my mark on her collar bone seeing all the marks. Sheâs our omega, and weâre her pack. It feels right.âÂ
âYouâre a good alpha, and a good person. Sheâs very lucky to have you in her life. You all deserve happiness.â Piper says.Â
âIâll bond with you, we all will. Youâll never be in the pack but Johnâs right, youâre her mother and youâre as important to her as you are to us. Itâs the least we can do.â He says.
She smiles. âThank you, youâre good people. I always knew she would have a pack one day. Youâre the perfect people for the job.â She thinks she can see him smile through the mask, his eyes squinting slightly.Â
âWe should get back.â He says. She nods.
âWait.â She says grabbing his arm before she can stop herself. âYou should know. Hale, he cut out her marks.âÂ
âHe what?â His voice is laced thick with disgust.Â
âHer marks, I thought you should be prepared when you see her.â Sheâs regretting it now. Before she can say another word Simon has turned and is barreling down the corridor.Â
âSimon!â She calls chasing after him.Â
âIâm going to fuckinâ kill him!â He snaps, his alpha fills the air making hair stand up on the back of her neck. It locks her in place, she curses under her breath and runs after him.Â
Simon crashes through the door first. The soldiers on the door didn't even try and stop him.Â
âJohn!â she calls seeing John and Alejandro walk around the corner. They frown then hear a crash. Piper looks back into the room to see Simonâs hand balled into fists. Hale is on the floor and Simon reaches down gripping his top and halling him to his feet.Â
John and Alejandro rush past her into the room.Â
âLieutenant!â John calls as they try to pull him off Hale.Â
âYou monster! You mutilated her like sheâs an animal!â He shouts, his face pressed close to Hale. He looks scared, Simonâs alpha is strong in the air, it makes Piper shiver. They finally get a good grip on Simon pulling him off Hale.Â
John pulls him away and Simon shrugs him off.Â
âPull yourself together!â John snaps, pointing a finger in his face.Â
âHe took her marks.â Simon says. Piper watches as Alejandro puts Hale back into the chair.Â
âSheâs not your omega!â Hale snaps. Simon goes for him again but John holds him back.Â
âShut it!â John snaps at Hale. A flicker of fear twitches on his face before he looks over at Piper, he smiles at her, blood running down his face from the bloody nose Simon just gave him.Â
âLetâs talk outside lieutenant.â John says, itâs an order, Simon huffs then turns walking out into the hall. John closes the door behind him leaving Alejandro in the room. Simon crosses his arms, Piper can feel the anger radiating off him. Heâs usually so calm and collected.Â
âWhy are you not with the omega?â John asks Piper. She holds the supplies up in her hand. âSimon, you need to calm down.â John says, keep his voice level and sturn.Â
âHe took her marks, mutilated her!â Simon snaps.Â
âI know.â John says, he lowers his tone.Â
âSheâs a fuckinâ human being. I ca-â He chokes on the words, Simon sighs and turns.Â
âWhatâs going on?â Piper turns to see Kyle coming towards them.Â
âProfessor Hale removed the omegas marks.â Piper says. Kyle knows though, he was the one who bought Mandy. Only her and Johnny have seen the result though. Raised pink scars where each of their marks used to be.Â
âWeâll figure something out. Sheâs still our omega, weâre still a pack.â John says.
Simon turns back. âI know, just the thought of him hurting her. She didnât deserve that.â Johnâs hand reaches over and squeezes his shoulder.Â
âSheâs safe now, we have her. I need both of you to focus, keep your heads clear. Weâre not done here yet.â John says, looking between Simon and Kyle. They both nod and Alejandro walks out the room.Â
âYou broke his nose, Ghost.â Alejandro says.Â
âGood.â Simon replies.Â
âCaptain.â Someone calls, everyone turns to see a soldier coming towards them. âThe scientist, sheâs got a head lac, wonât stop bleeding.â John looks at Piper, who shrugs.Â
âSheâs a beta, unless her brain is pooling out her skull, iâm not exactly concerned about that right now.â She says.
âMaybe you should go, see if you can get anything out of her.â John says, itâs not an order. She could say no, but there's a burning curiosity there. She sighs, nodding and squeezing the supplies. The soldier leads the way to one of the offices.
He hands her a first aid kit and she nods going in the room. Mandyâs sat on a chair with her hands tied behind her back. She must have got hit pretty hard with whatever it was, the blood has dried down her face and on her white lab coat.Â
Piper remembers her, she doesnât remember a lot of people but she remembers Mandy. She was one of the more enthusiastic doctors, and has a PHD in biology. She canât remember much else, it wasnât like she wanted to know about their personal lives.
She walks over to her in silence, putting the first aid kit down on the table and opening it. Sheâll clean the wound and bandage it but that's it.Â
âIs the omega okay?â She asks, it catches Piper off guard.Â
âNot really any of your business.â Piper says, reaching over to pat the wound on her head.Â
âI was only doing what I was told.â She says.Â
âAnd that included mutilation, keeping her drugged? I thought you were a doctor.â Piper snaps.Â
âI am.â She says, Piper scoffs, shaking her headÂ
âDo you have a family?â Piper asks.Â
âA husband and baby girl.â She says.Â
âHave they taken the formula?â Piper asks, ripping open a new bandage. Mandy shakes her head, Piper hums.Â
âWhere do they think you work?âÂ
âChicago Med.â She says gritting her teeth as Piper dresses the wound.Â
âWhat happens to us now?â She asks, Piper can smell her fear again as she stands up pulling her gloves off. And balling the trash up in her hands.Â
âDonât know, not up to me.â She sighs.
âWho?â Piper just looks at her and raises an eyebrow. She wonât tell her but Mandyâs smart, she understands.Â
âI tried to befriend her.â Mandy says, hanging her head.Â
âShe didnât need a friend. She needed her pack.â Piper snaps. It makes her angry, how dare she try to be your friend. âShe didnât need to be mutilated and raped or claimed by her abuser.âÂ
There's a knock at the door. It stops Piper in her tracks, she didnât realise how loud sheâd got.Â
âYouâre not innocent.â Mandy scoffs. Piper steps up to her and Mandy looks up.Â
âThe difference between you and me is that I would have never done what you did. Iâm a doctor first, youâve clearly forgotten that.â Before Mandy can respond Piper turns on her heels and heads to the door. Her hand lingers on the door handle and she sighs before opening it.Â
âIâll make sure she knows you have a family.â Piper says, regretting it instantly. Itâs just going to burden you with more anguish. Â
âThank you.â Mandy says, Piper sighs again, shaking her head and leaving the room.Â
Youâre laid on the bed turned onto your side holding Johnnyâs hand while he strokes your head. Itâs nice, it feels comforting, heâs still projecting his scent and it's relaxing you. Being relaxed in the bunker is not something youâre used to.Â
âIâm sorry I scuffed you.â You say, he smiles squeezing your hand.Â
âItâs okay.âÂ
âItâs not. I shouldnât have done it.â You say, you know how painful it is, you know itâs only supposed to be a last resort thing, or not used at all. His hand moves from your arm to your face.Â
âI know why you did it. You were right, I would have fought the world for you. We all would have, Graves would have killed me.â He says. You nod, you donât want to think about him being injured or dead. Heâs here sitting in front of you smiling and stroking your hair.Â
The door to the room opens and Johnny gets to his feet, his eyes darting to the door. You sit up.Â
âItâs okay, lay down.â Piper says smiling as she walks over to the bed. You ignore her sitting up properly. She comes over to adjust the top of the bed so you can lay back on it.Â
âDid you find out what it was?â Johnny asks. She nods, you donât know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. Piper gives you some pills to take then checks you over properly, even though itâs a familiar routine she works slowly. She talks you through the whole thing while she takes your blood pressure and shines light in your eyes.Â
Her hands press around your body and she checks every inch of you. Johnny holds your hand, rubbing the back of it with his thumb and bringing your fingers up to his lips to kiss them now and then. Sheâs just about finished when the door opens and John walks in, he comes over to the bed and Piper moves out the way.Â
âHey, love.â He says smiling, Johnny drops your hand and you reach out, throwing your arms around him. He hugs you back, pressing a kiss into your neck. âIâm so sorry we didnât come sooner.âÂ
âItâs okay.â You say feeling fresh tears from in your eyes. âYou came, youâre here. I never thought I was going to see you again.â
He breaks from the hug, his hands come up to your face to brush the tears. âWe were always going to come.â He says before leaning in to kiss you. The scent of his alpha fills the room, you relax into it, feeling Johnnyâs hand land on your thigh. Johnâs not as slow as Johnny, kissing you like heâs scared youâre going to vanish before him.Â
When he breaks from the kiss you see a shine in his eyes. His beautiful deep blue eyes, youâve missed them. The Professor's eyes are dark, hard and uncaring. You can see the softness in Johnâs eyes. It makes a warmth boom in your core.
âI love you.â You say, he tips his head to the side leaning back down to give you another quick kiss.Â
âI love you too.â He replies, he lets your face go but picks up one of your hands lacing his fingers with yours. Itâs hard to do with his gloves on but you donât care, you can feel the heat from his palm warming your hand.Â
âHow is she?â He asks, turning to see Piper.Â
âSheâs okay, dehydrated. Most of the wounds she has are superficial.â She says, he turns back to look at you, his fingers go up to the scar where Simonâs mark used to be. His fingers trace over it, he sighs, you see his eyes turn dark, it makes your stomach turn.Â
âCan I see his mark?â He asks. You want to say no, you donât even want to acknowledge it exists but you swallow the nerves nodding and turning to Johnny. He rubs your thigh projecting his scent even more, itâs not really helping right now though. You reach back and pull your hair up so he can see.Â
Youâre holding your breath, the seconds feel like theyâre dragging along for minutes. You feel his warm breath on the back of your neck. Then he sighs, you squeeze your eyes closed, Johnny grips your thigh tighter. John's hands land on your shoulders and you drop the hand holding your hair.Â
He kisses the top of your head and you let out a sigh. You open your eyes letting out a breath, You look at Johnny, he looks sympathetic.Â
âPiper, let's talk outside.â He says, his hands leave you and he heads for the door with Piper following behind. Suddenly it feels like you canât breathe, goosebumps rise on the back of your neck as you try to suck in gulps of air.Â
âEasy, love. Breathe, with me, câmon.â Johnny says getting to his feet in an instant. His hands grip your shoulders like he almost wants to shake you back to reality. You canât do it though, your breaths just become sobs, what if he hates you now?
He should hate you, you donât have his mark anymore. Youâre not his, you belong to someone else. You reach out for Johnnyâs arms, digging your fingers into them as you try to ground yourself. You nod sucking in a deep breath.Â
âGood girl.â He says smiling. You lay back on the bed letting the dizziness subside. You donât want to be here any longer, you want to leave and go home. Back to the UK, the house in Scotland. That's where you feel like you belong.
âI just want to go home.â You say.Â
âI know, love. Weâll be home soon, I promise.â He says, you nod, you believe him. The door to the room opens and Piper and John walk in. Piper looks worried about something, sheâs rubbing her hands together looking between you and Johnny.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â You ask.Â
âNothing, nothingâs wrong.â John says quickly, you relax a little Johnny picks up your hand lacing his fingers with yours. John steps closer to the end of the bed, Piper doesn't move.Â
âWe want you to have the choice - if you want to - to decide what happens to Professor Hale and Doctor Slone.â John says. You frown, youâre not sure you even heard him right, you look at Piper, she nods.Â
âI donât-â Your mouth suddenly feels dry, you squeeze Johnny's hand. âWhat would you do?âÂ
John sighs, his hands reach up and he grips the top of his vest. He shifts his weight, you know what he would do. What he would have done if you weren't here.Â
âHe should die.â Johnny says, you turn to look at him. His eyes are dark, you can feel the anger coming off him. You squeeze his hand. Suddenly it feels like itâs about to be the most difficult decision of my life.Â
âYou donât have to decide right now.â John says, you look back up at him.Â
âWhat happened to Graves?â You ask.Â
âHeâs been arrested. Along with a few other scientists and Shadows.â John says. You look over at Piper and she walks around to the otherside of the bed.Â
âHale claimed you. I donât exactly know what will happen if we kill him.â She says resting her hand on your thigh.Â
âWhat do you think would happen?â You ask, she sighs.Â
âI donât know, worst case scenario you could distress. But you have your pack around you now, your alphas are both here, Iâm here but I have no idea what breaking this kind of bond would do.â She explains, squeezing your thigh.Â
âWhat would happen if he doesnât die?â You ask looking up at John. He presses his lips together, looking between you and Piper.Â
âI donât know.â He says. âTechnically you donât exist. Hale has money, he has friends in high places, chances are nothing will happen to him.âÂ
He could be free, and if heâs free heâll chase after you again, you and your pack will never be safe. Even if they destroy the bunker Johnâs right, he has money, he has friends he can rebuild. Thinking of him being dead makes a pit form in your stomach though.Â
Youâre claimed by him, bonded to him, Piper's right, they have no idea what could happen to you if that kind of bond is forcefully broken. You know what itâs like when they would forcibly break the bonds you made with betaâs it hurts. It feels horrible, itâs one of the worst feelings in the world.Â
Your hand goes up to the back of your neck before you can stop it. When you feel the indents of his teeth it makes you feel sick, you donât want this from him, you donât want him to be alive.Â
âI-â You choke on the words, hanging your head, your fingers still running around his mark.
âYou donât have to.â Piper says.
âNo, I donât want him to control me. I donât want him to be free.â You say, you sigh letting your hand drop from your neck. You donât want his mark, you want your packs marks back.Â
âI want him dead.â Saying it hurts, it feels like a stab to the heart. You open your eyes and look up at John. Tears come, you canât stop them, heâs your alpha whether you like it or not, the thought of him being dead makes your stomach turn.Â
âHe will keep coming, he wonât stop. I donât want him to be my alpha, I just want him gone.â You sob. Johnny stands up and wraps his arms around you. Piper squeezes your leg then gets up.Â
âYou donât have to see anything. If he didnât take you we would have already dealt with him.â Johnny says, itâs not as reassuring as you want it to be for some reason. Right now the thought of him being hurt in any way feels like it would hurt you, but thatâs because he claimed you.Â
âI want to, I think I need to.â You say. You turn to look at Piper.Â
âYou should do it.â You say. âYou deserve it, revenge for both of us.â
âI donât need revenge.â She says squeezing your leg.Â
âI know, but I do, and I canât do it.â You sigh when you finally get it. âHe did this on purpose, he knew what would happen if he claimed me. He thinks Iâll protect him. I want to prove him wrong, I can do this and I want to be there.â You hear Johnny and Piper almost sighing in sync.
âWhy donât you take a few hours to think about it?â John says.Â
âI donât need time. I just want him gone and I want to go home.â You say, suddenly your attitude changes and all you can think about is him being dead and buried in the ground where he deserves to be.Â
âOkay, Piper, can we talk?â John says. She nods and leaves your side.Â
âAre you sure you want to do this?â Johnny asks. You sigh and turn to look up at him.Â
âNo, but iâm exhausted and I want this to be over. Iâm ready to move on.â You say.Â
âOkay, whatever decision you make, weâre going to be here with you. Through thick and thin.â He says. You nod and lean against him.Â
âThank you Johnny. For everything.âÂ
Even though youâre doing this on your terms with your pack and Piper youâre still filled with dread as you walk to the room the Professor is being held in. Piper and Johnny are with you, Johnnyâs hand keeps a firm grip on your waist and youâre holding Piper's hand. When you make it to the door you freeze you can smell him.Â
Piper squeezes her hand and you look up at her. âYou donât have to be here.â She reminds you.Â
âI want to.â You say. She nods and reaches over to knock on the door.Â
âWeâre all here, love.â Johnny reminds you, rubbing your back.Â
âI know, thank you.â You say, you know youâre not going to be able to do this without them. Simon opens the door, when you see him you smile. He moves to the side letting you all in. You see Kyle first standing with his arm crossed.Â
When Simon moves you see John and the Professor on a chair with his hands tied behind his back. Heâs never going to be able to touch you again. You instinctively walk over to John, reaching out for him and grabbing his arm, Johnnyâs hand stays on the top of your back.Â
âSo this is your pack.â Hale says looking around you all. You donât know what to say, you donât want to say anything. Johnâs hand rests on yours, itâs a small comfort you need right now. Youâre trying not to let him know you're nervous, you focus on masking your scent.Â
âYouâre the people who ruined my omega.â He says smiling. Piper tuts from behind you, you tense, you donât want to look at him but you canât take your eyes off him. No one says anything, you can feel their presence though.Â
âWhy me?â you ask suddenly. He looks at you and his smile fades slightly.
âYou were young, healthy. A clean slate.â He says, you frown, youâre not sure what that means.Â
âWhy did you hate me?â You ask almost choking on the words.Â
âI never hated you. I love you, you were always my omega.âÂ
âIâm not your omega.â You snap, adrenaline pulses through you. No one tries to stop you, maybe theyâre giving you this time, one final time to get everything out. He scoffs. You donât know what to say.Â
âJust get on with it. What are you going to do torture me?â He asks, looking around the room.Â
âNo.â John replies. He moves his hand from yours to take his pistol off his hip. You donât take your eyes off the Professor, you watch him swallow, he looks nervous. He watches as John checks that the weapon is loaded before he holds it out for Piper. She steps up and takes it out of his hand.Â
âWhat? Donât have the balls Captain?â Hale asks, even though heâs trying to hide it you hear the nerves slip through.Â
âThere are a lot more people who want you dead than you thought.â John says, his voice is level, calm. His hand presses on the bottom of your back.Â
âAre you sure this is what you want?â The Professor asks you. For some reason the tone he uses just annoys you. Itâs almost like heâs expecting you to ask them to stop. For a second you doubt the decision you donât want him to die.Â
This is the closest heâll get to begging, to asking for forgiveness. Adrenaline pulses through you and you take a step towards him.Â
âThis is my new favourite memory of you. Whenever I think of you for the rest of my life I will remember this moment.â You say, you donât care if it sounds good, youâre shaking again, the back of your neck throbs. You fight the urge to rub it, you wonât give him the satisfaction.Â
âBut you will think of me, for the rest of your life. Because you were always my omega.â He says. You back up, John and Johnnyâs hands land on you. You feel sick, heâs right, he will always be in your mind but you will no longer let him control you.Â
âMaybe. But you were never my alpha.â You say holding back the sob in your throat. Johnnyâs arm wraps around your waist pulling you back.
This is going to suck.Â
âDidnât think you would have the guts Doctor.â He says, turning his attention back to Piper. She ignores him and you hear her click the safety off the weapon. She moves to stand closer to him. âThen again you never really had trouble killing.âÂ
It makes you feel sick, your head starts to pound and your heart is racing in your chest, it feels like you canât breathe. Piper raises the weapon up to his head, sheâs strangely calm, so is he. Maybe he accepted his fate a long time ago. Â
âDo you really want those to be your last words?â She asks. The energy in the room suddenly feels eclectic, you can smell your own fear. You watch Hale flare his nostrils, his eyes flick to you for a second. Johnny squeezes your hip, another hand lands on your back and you look up to see John.Â
âYeah, I'll die but my work wonât. The formula will survive, youâll keep working on it.â He scoffs looking over at you. âMaybe my greatest achievement was you; Dr. Montgomery, a true prodigy.â He smiles and looks back up at her, she tenses moving her finger to the trigger. Your breathing speeds up, it's making you lightheaded.Â
Maybe you canât watch. You hold your ground though, swallowing the nerves. A vibration runs up your spine, your neck feels like it's on fire, you so badly want to rub it. Piper looks back at you quickly, she nods then turns back to The Professor.Â
For some reason you donât register it at first but the loud shot makes you jump. You gasp, but youâre not sure why. The smell of death fills your nose. Not just any death, alpha death- your alphaâs death. It feels like you canât breathe, your ears are ringing and your head is pounding.Â
You hear voices around you, people's hands squeezing you, rubbing your back. You look down at the pristine white tiles being turned blood red. Suddenly cold hands land on your face shocking you back to reality.Â
âLook at me.â Your head is pulled to look at Piper, sheâs the one holding your face. She looks worried. You open your mouth but nothing comes out. Your body suddenly feels like jelly and you sway, Johnny and Johnâs arms are instantly tight around you holding you between them. The hands leave your face and she stands up.
âEasy, love. Weâve got you.â You hear Johnny say as your eyes go back over to the body on the floor.Â
That's your alpha, they killed your alpha.Â
Youâre not listening to the voices around you. One is low barking orders, the other is soft trying to get your attention but you canât focus. Suddenly itâs like a hot rod is being pressed into the back of your neck as your brain finally registers the sickly scent of an alphaâs death.Â
âAlpha.â You cry out, the words out your mouth donât even sound real. Youâre trying to move towards him but hands and arms pull you away. You cry out as youâre dragged out the room. Piper is back as youâre guided to a chair in another room.Â
There's no smell of death here. Piper bends down in front of you.Â
âThey killed him.â You sob. âMy alpha.â Your hand goes to rub your neck, you feel the indents of his teeth. Panic sets in, you donât know what to do.Â
âNo, heâs here.â She says a hand squeezes your shoulder. A second later John comes into your line of sight.Â
âIâm here, love.â He says resting his hands on your shoulders. You drop your hand from your neck, flaring your nostrils and breathing him in. Your breathing picks up, it feels like your heart is about to burst out your chest. He sees the panic in your eyes and throws his arms around you burying his head into your neck.Â
âI got you, love. Iâm right here.â His scent is making you dizzy, you project yours for him and he breathes you in, you wrap your arms around him. âIâm right here.âÂ
Suddenly your head clears, the pain in the back of your neck fades. Hale died, not your alpha Hale. You squeeze John tighter burying your nose into his neck.Â
âWhereâs Simon?â you ask as he breaks from the hug. You need him too, you just need to see him, even for a second.Â
âGaz.â John says looking behind you. You see Kyle walk around you and to the door. Youâve calmed down now, the adrenaline is fading and you shiver. John stands up and moves next to you resting his arm over your shoulders. A few seconds later the door opens and Simon steps in.Â
He still looks intimidating with the mask and you stand up goosebumps rising on the back of your neck. The second he steps closer to you he projects his scent and before you know it youâre meeting him half way and throwing your arms around him.
Itâs hard to get a popper hug from any of them while they have these thick vests on with objects that stick into you. You donât care though, theyâre here and theyâre hugging you. You breathe him in and he does the same pressing a kiss into your neck.Â
âI love you.â He says. You smile squeezing him tighter.Â
âI love you too. I missed you so much.â You reply.Â
âI know, this will all be over soon, I promise.â You break from the hug and look up at him. You look past the skull mask and into his eyes. Even with the dark paint you can see the softness behind them, his deep brown eyes that shine golden in the sun. You wish you could kiss him, you wish you could just leave now, but you know they still have a job to do.Â
He holds you at arms length and rubs his hands up and down your arms. A hand lands on your back, and a second later Johnny comes to stand next to John.Â
âWhat about Mandy?â You ask.Â
âWhat do you want to do?â John asks. You take a long breath in, the smell of death is heavy in the air.Â
âLet her live. Thereâs too much death.â You say hanging your head. John moves away and Johnny pulls you in for a hug
âGo with Piper and Johnny. Weâll finish up here and then weâll be leaving.â John says.Â
âWhatâs going to happen to her?â You ask.Â
âSheâll be arrested, just like Graves. You donât need to worry about them anymore.â John says. You nod, You feel exhausted, your mind is racing and your body feels weak. John can see it on you and reaches out to stroke your face.Â
âJust a little longer. I promise.â He smiles. You nod smiling back.Â
You stay with Johnny and Piper until Simon comes back to get youÂ
âTime to go,â he says. You nod and follow him holding Johnny's hand. You can smell death in the air, you can see bodies, blood stains. Youâre walking slowly, it's the last time youâre probably ever going to be here.Â
You pause at the corridor to the old heat room. Everyone stops, the door is open and you can see inside it. You let go of Johnny's hand and walk towards it. Youâve been carried, dragged kicking and screaming in and out of this room more times then you can remember.Â
You never went in when he showed you, you stop at the door, you never want to go in. You look up at the mural on the ceiling, that's the only real thing you remember from this room. You hear someone walk up behind you.Â
Itâs Piper, you can smell her. Her hand lands on your back, you sniffle, you havenât stopped crying. Everything is so overwhelming, it doesnât help youâre just coming off a heat.Â
âHe said he wanted me to give him so many alphaâs and omegaâs.â You sob. She pulls you close to her, wrapping her arms around you.Â
âI want to burn it down.â You say.Â
âI know.â She says kissing the top of your head. âLetâs go.â You nod and let her lead you back down the hall. You see Simon and Johnny waiting for you. You reach out and pick up Johnnyâs hand again. He kisses you on the forehead. You lean against him and continue to walk.Â
The last time you left this bunker you were being carried in Kyleâs arms. As you walk up the ramp you see the sky, itâs burnt orange and pink. It must be the evening. As soon as you see the tops of the trees you smile.Â
You see other soldiers walking around. You see John and Kyle standing with Kate in the distance. You keep walking, putting distance between you and the bunker. You must be at least 100 meters away when you stop and meet John. Kate smiles at you and you turn to look back at the bunker.Â
Thereâs no one in there other than the dead bodies and horrible memories. You sigh and look up at the sun setting behind the trees, Johnny comes up beside you.Â
He hands you a button. âCare to do the honors?â He asks. You take it from him and look up at him.Â
âIs it really going to be gone?â You ask. He nods.
âForever.â He says. You look over at the bunker then down at your hand. The detonator suddenly feels like the heaviest thing in the world.Â
âYou donât have to.â John says his hand landing on your back.Â
âNo. I want to.â You sigh. The bunker looks so different from this perspective. You only ever saw it like this once before, when you were rescued.Â
âItâs just-â You sigh looking down at the red button then back up. â-It was my home. It felt more like a prison but itâs where I spent most of my life.â
It feels so final, because it is. The Professor is dead, Mandy and Graves are in custody.Â
âItâs okay, take your time.â John says rubbing your back. Piper comes up to stand next to you.Â
âDo you remember that time the rats got in the lab?â She asks, you smile. You do remember it.Â
âHale was scared of rats, hid in his room for 2 days until the exterminator had been.â She says nudging you.Â
âI read a lot those two days. He left me alone, you let me sit in your office and sleep in your room.â You say, it was nice. One of the happier times.Â
âI liked Christmas. There weren't that many people around.â You say leaning up against her.
âAnd the cooks always made really nice food.â She says, Johnâs hand leaves you and she wraps her arm around you. You sigh, brushing over the button.Â
âThere was more bad than good.â You say.Â
âThere's nothing left. Just the memories and theyâll always be there.âÂ
âYouâre still here.â You say looking up at her.Â
âSo are you.â She smiles.Â
âWe survived.âÂ
âYeah we did.â She squeezes you closer. Her free hand wraps around yours, your thumb rests on the button but you feel like you just canât do it, then it will be over.Â
âWill you miss it?â You ask, thereâs a strain in your voice.
âNo. Horrible places donât deserve to be missed.â She says. You hum, sheâs right, itâs time to move on and put this part of your life behind you. She rests her head against yours and you look out as the sun sets over the trees and fields. Itâs strangely beautiful, you take a deep breath in, the scent of death has been blown away in the wind leaving you with just the scent of your pack standing behind you.Â
Her thumb comes to rest on yours but she doesnât use any pressure, itâs all down to you. You let out a sigh and click it down. Thereâs silence, all you can hear are the birds in the trees. Then it starts, the low rumble, the ground ahead of you shifts and birds dart out the trees.Â
Youâre too far away to feel it but you see the ground split as dirt is thrown in the air. Hale will be buried under there forever, itâs fitting really, itâs where he belongs.Â
It does feel final, like the final chapter of a book. Itâs over, itâs gone, you donât know what to do. You canât tell if youâre happy or sad, either way tears are rolling down your cheeks. You turn, throwing your arms around Piper as you listen to the ground start to settle.Â
She hugs you tight, rubbing your back. âItâs over.â She says, you nod, breathing her in. Sheâs right itâs over, you deserve to have this closure. You donât know what to say, you just let her hold you until another hand lands on your back and youâre transferred into Kyleâs arms. You sniff, clearing your nose and breathing him in.Â
âCâmon, love. Let's go home.â He says. Youâre not even sure where home is, wherever your pack is thatâs your home. Kyle takes the detonator out of your hand, you look up at John who smiles at you then you all head towards the woods.Â
You canât help turning to take one last look back. Thereâs smoke coming out the broken earth, there's a faint smell of burning.
That's it thereâs no more bunker, no more Professor. Now itâs just you and your pack, and itâs more than you ever thought you wanted.

Dividers by Plum98 & gild-ui
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These Violent Delights
Chapter 36 - Daze
Summary: Poly 141 x fem!reader, a/b/o alternate universe 10.4k words.
CW: a/b/o alternative universe, a/b/o dynamics, typical a/b/o universe tropes (claiming, heats, scenting), blood, self harm, forced heat, mastabation, assault, blood, description of injuries, abuse, tourture, SA (not rape), suicidal thoughts, angst, all hurt no comfort, fainting, medical inaccuracies, mentions of pregnacy and children, phycological abuse, death.
AN: Heed the warnings again. This fic is all I've been able to think about for the last few weeks.
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You barely slept, or at least it feels like you barely slept. You were in pain, laying on your back hurt laying on your side was worse. Although you donât think the main reason is the pain, itâs sharing a bed with the Professor. He fell asleep quickly after a few more glasses of whisky and you projecting your scent for him.Â
He insisted you stay the night, you thought he wanted sex but instead he just wanted your company. When he fell asleep you laid there watching him. He was snoring, you could have killed him. You should have killed him. There was bound to be a knife, or a gun, something, anything you could use as a weapon to slit his throat or hit him over the head.Â
You could have even suffocated him with a pillow, or the blankets. Instead you laid there watching him sleep soundly, watching his chest rise and fall with each breath hoping and wishing it would be his last.Â
You didnât have the guts to do it. Youâre just too scared of the consequences if you fail. Heâs been different, he hasn't hit you yet, or fucked you. Other than him ordering Mandy to cut out your marks heâs been unusually pleasant. It makes you feel sick, you donât want him to be pleasant , you want him to be gone. Dead and gone forever.Â
When he starts to wake you turn over, closing your eyes and pretending to be asleep. You imagine youâre with John instead, when the scent of alpha starts to fill the room you pretend itâs John, even if itâs just for a few seconds. Itâs only when a heavy hand lands on your waist you remember where you are.Â
His hand brushes the back of your hair up off your neck. You freeze in place squeezing your eyes closed. You hear him hum then lean in to press a kiss on the back of your neck. His hand moves down your body gently touching your skin, you hear him breathe you in.Â
His hand pushes up the back of your top resting on the bottom of your back before his fingers dip below your waistband. You turn over in the bed, pretending to wake so he wonât go any further. He smiles at you and you force a smile back. His thumb comes to brush your cheek.Â
âNo tears.â He says. âLet's have a shower, then I have something to show you.â You follow him in silence. He gets in the shower with you and takes his time washing your body. Itâs not sexual, but it feels wrong having his calloused hands running all over you, at least the soap smells nice.Â
Heâs bigger than John and Simon, but heâs not as strong and heâs older. Youâre pretty sure John or Simon would beat him in a fight, plus they have training, trained soldiers. The professor steps out of the shower before you, leaving you alone. You turn the heat up as high as it goes, gritting your teeth and letting it burn your back.Â
You deserve this, you should have fought, you should have killed him in his sleep. Instead you were what? Scared he was going to hurt you? Heâs already hurt you. When you hear the door open you turn off the shower reaching out for a towel and stepping out.Â
You turn to see him with a towel wrapped around his waist and a floral dress in his hands. He smiles as he holds it up, it makes your stomach twist. He leaves the room while you change, youâre not sure why, at least the dress isnât too short, it cuts off just under your knees.Â
When you leave the bathroom you see the main bedroom door open. Â
You want to run, you donât care if you make it or not you have to try. It takes all your energy to force yourself to take the first step towards the door. You donât even have any shoes on, you donât care. You take another step and you can feel your heart pounding in your chest.Â
You can do this. Your head feels clearer than itâs been since you got here. You take another step, your hands start to tingle the closer you get to the door, you can smell his alpha but you donât care, you push it to the back of your head as much as you can.Â
You reach out for the door handle but before you have time to touch it the door opens. You look up to see the professor standing there. You missed your chance, you should have been quicker. He frowns at you, his hands grip your face, you watch his nostrils flare.Â
âYouâre worried.â He says, his thumbs stroke your cheeks. âLet's find some shoes, then weâll get you something to help you relax.â
You donât want anything again, you hate whatever drug heâs giving you. It makes you feel weak and makes your head spin. You donât protest though. He finds you some shoes, you canât believe he still has shoes that fit you, or maybe itâs not that strange- he still has dresses that fit you.
Youâre taken to the medical room first where you see Mandy. She looks tired, she looks like sheâs been crying. The professor keeps his hands on you, resting them on your shoulders or your thigh even the small of your back when youâre walking.Â
The bunker is too familiar, you already know where a lot of the doors lead. It comes back to you all of a sudden, which corridors are dead ends, which ones would lead to Piperâs office, where the science labs are. The professor walks slowly, he lets you look around sometimes even telling you what's behind each room.Â
Now and again you see scientists, and guards -Shadow Company. Theyâre dressed in all black with massive weapons and thick vests. Some of them have their faces covered and it makes the hairs stand up on the back of your neck. Eventually you turn down a darker, more empty corridor, you know where youâre going.Â
All of a sudden you freeze in place. You can see the room at the end of the hall, itâs the room where you spend your heats. The room where youâve spent almost all of them.Â
âItâs okay.â The professor says. Itâs not, itâs not okay. His hand grips the top of your arm and pulls you towards the room. There used to be a window on the door, itâs gone now. Youâre holding your breath when the door opens.Â
When you see the room it feels like your heart stops. You canât breathe.Â
âWhat do you think?â He asks. You feel tears form in your eyes, you canât stop them. The room has been turned into a nursery, thereâs cribs and toys. A nursing station and a bed, cupboards and draws all painted in pastels. Your mouth is hanging open as you take it all in.Â
âYou deserve a nice place to raise our children.âÂ
Our children . Itâs like a dagger to your heart. You donât want children with him. His hands wrap around you from behind and he presses a kiss on the top of your head.Â
âYouâre going to give me so many more alphas and omegas.â He says. You feel dizzy, it feels like thereâs someone sat on your chest. You blink trying to get the fuzziness to go away but it doesnât work. You feel your legs wobble. Â
You look up at the ceiling, the mural of the field is still there, with the trees and the sun shining down. Your legs buckle and you collapse against the professor. You hear him calling for help as black spots flash across your vision. The last thing you see is the mural on the ceiling before everything goes black.Â
âWeâre close to the drop off location.â Nikolai says. Johnnyâs body jolts, he must have been dozing off, he looks out the window. It still just looks like grass and trees. The chopper is big, proper military grade, it even has a cot and medical supplies.Â
Johnny hopes they never have to use them.Â
âHow did your drug bust go?â Johnny asks Alejandro, they havenât had time to catch up. As soon as they arrived John quickly caught them up and they left less than an hour later. They barely had time to put their bags down.
âLas Almas cartel, nothing but trouble.â He smiles looking over at Rudy who nods. âSeems like youâve been busy though, no?âÂ
âCould say that.â Johnny replies.Â
â El proyecto omega. We thought it was a myth.â Alejandro says. âOf course you would find it.â
âYou knew about it?â Johnny asks, frowning.Â
âThe cartel would meet with Professor Hale.â Rudy says.Â
âThey call him; El Buen Doctor.â Alejandro says, Johnny raises an eyebrow.Â
âThe Good Doctor.â Rudy translates.Â
âHe would exchange drugs and medicine for people. Cartel prisoners they no longer wanted.â Alejandro explains. They were all probably used in Hales sick experiments. Cheap way to get bodies.Â
âHow did you find out?â Alejandro asks.Â
âGot a tip off he was creating chemical weapons. We thought he was working with Makarov.â Johnny says. âDidnât think we would find what we did.âÂ
âMakarov has been quiet.â Nikolai says.Â
âGood.â Johnny says. Looking back out the window, before he knows it they're coming in to land. Al, and Rudy get out first Johnny hands them the bags before swinging the last duffle bag over his shoulder.
âSafehouse is just down the way!â Alejandro shouts as Johnny slams the door to the heli closed. He ducks running under the blades and following them.Â
âAnything fancy?â Johnny asks.Â
âHa! A pile of rubble with a roof.â Alejandro replies.Â
âThat's all we need.â Johnny replies as the helicopter starts to rise again.
Alejandro wasnât joking when he said the safehouse was a pile of rubble. The whole place is an old barn that looks like it could collapse at any moment. You could barely call it a safehouse, the place even still smells of manure. But itâs secure and by the bunker which is all they need.Â
Johnnyâs itching to get moving, he wants to scout the place and watch the entrance,do anything other than sit around waiting.Â
âI can set up here. If you both want to scout.â Alejandro offers. Johnnyâs nodding before he can stop himself moving over to the equipment bag and pulling out a rifle.Â
âIt should be getting dark soon.â Johnny says, pressing his earpiece back in.Â
âThink you can remember the way?â Rudy asks.Â
âOf course.â Johnny replies smiling.Â
The route was almost the same, Johnny was worried he was going to get lost then he saw the fence they broke through last time. It hadnât been repaired yet. The closer they got to the entrance the more the energy in the air seemed to change. They found a spot hidden behind a treeline and set up to watch.Â
They both sit there in the cover of darkness, concealed by the dense treeline. Thereâs no lights on, Johnny canât hear or smell anything. Maybe it really was destroyed, maybe Kate is wrong. Heâs straining to hear anything but all there is, is the gentle breeze in the trees and the sounds of animals. They sit there for at least an hour, Johnnyâs almost tempted to get closer but if the bunker is operational again he could give them away.Â
When a light outside turns on itâs bitter sweet. Johnny and Rodolfo sit up craning to see better over the fallen tree theyâve taken refuge behind. Thereâs a rumble, a light starts flashing and the massive closed doors open. Johnnyâs hit with the scent of beta, a few seconds later he hears the vehicle.Â
âFuck.â He whispers under his breath as the car pulls out. Rudy looks through the binoculars.Â
â4 men, all armed. Probably Shadow Company.â He says offering Johnny them. Johnny sighs standing up.Â
âItâs okay. I can smell them, itâs Shadow Company.â Johnny says, Rudy stands up frowning at him. Johnny watches the car drive up to the gate, someone gets out the car to open it. The doors to the bunker start to close. It takes all Johnnyâs energy not to run into the closing doors, get behind them and scout the base out.Â
âSoap.â Rudyâs hand grips his shoulder, he has taken a step forward. The heavy metal doors slam close, heâs missed his chance. The hairs stand up on the back of his neck. His palms are sweating, youâre in there, you have to be. Something is just telling him youâre in there.Â
âCome in Victor 1-1.â Rudy says. Johnnyâs hand goes to rub the back of his neck.Â
âSend traffic.â Alejandro replies.Â
âThereâs activity at the bunker. Shadow Company, weâre heading back now.âÂ
âCopy, at least weâll be able to give them some good news.â Alejandro sighs. Now theyâre going to have to raid a fortified bunker. Johnny stays silent the entire trek back to the barn. When he gets in he puts his weapon down before going over to the laptop Alejandro has set up.Â
âThought you would want to break the news.â He says getting up off the only chair. Johnny nods at him and reaches over for the laptop. Adreanile is still pumping through him as he starts the call. Heâs holding his breath, he expects it to be Kate who picks up instead itâs John.Â
He looks tired.
âThereâs activity at the bunker.â Johnny blurts out before he can stop himself. He watches John take in the intel, he presses his lips together. âAnything new on your end?âÂ
âNegative.â Simon says, moving into frame. So the shadow still hasnât talked.Â
âHave you seen Graves or Hale?â John asks.Â
âNo. Only shadows.â Johnny says. âShould we come back?â
âNo. Stay there, watch the base. We need confirmation Graves or Hale are thereâ John says. âThe bunker is heavily fortified, if we have to breach it we need confirmation sheâs in there.âÂ
âIf Graves is there thereâs a high chance Hale is too. And if Haleâs there, well..âÂ
âSheâll be there.â Johnny finishes quietly. The thought of being so close to you but not being able to do anything is the worst feeling in the world.Â
âWe could put probes down.â Laswell suggests, John turns to look at her. âIn the ventilation system, you should have access from the ground.âÂ
âThat's a good idea.â John says before turning to Nik. âCan you fly them now?â
â Da , no problem.â Nik says. John turns back to the laptop.Â
âLaswell will send you the details. Get them in the ground before the end of the day.â John says.Â
âAye cap.â Johnny replies.Â
âGood, we get proof then we go in.â John says. Alejandro steps forward to talk to John and Johnny gets out the chair, stepping back. Heâs not listening, his mind is racing. What if you're not in the bunker? He wants to ask but he knows the answer. Theyâll keep looking, new leads, new places, theyâll keep searching until there is nowhere left then theyâll start again.Â
You could be right under their feet, Johnnyâs not sure if the bunker stretches out this far but you could be a few hundred meters below them right now. He tried to smell you while they were at the entrance. All he could smell was beta and alpha, shadows and scientists running around and keeping busy.Â
He wants to just tell them fuck it, fuck the probes just storm the place, but Johnâs right, a full scale assault would be risky, especially with the limited people they have. But then theyâve done worse, theyâve been against worse odds. This feels different though, thereâs no general ordering them around, thereâs no one to answer to but themselves. The only mission is getting you back and putting Hale into the ground once and for all.Â
No matter what it takes. Â
You wake back in the medical room. At least this time youâre not strapped down to the bed.Â
You turn to see Mandy sitting behind a desk typing on a laptop. Your head throbs, thereâs a blood pressure cuff around your arm. The moment you move she turns to face you.Â
âHey, how are you feeling?â She asks, rolling over on the chair and smiling at you.Â
âWhat happened?â You ask. The last thing you remember you were in the heat room. You feel sick as you remember the room. It's not a room for you to spend your heats, now itâs a room for you to raise children. Children you donât want with a person you donât want.Â
Her hand presses on your forehead. âYouâre still a little pale.â She frowns and starts the blood pressure machine.Â
âYou passed out by the way. I think itâs because you havenât eaten. If you tell me what you like I can get something prepared for you.â She says rolling away. You donât want to tell her what you like, you donât want her to know anything about you, and you donât want to know anything about her.Â
She rolls back over and hands you what looks like an oat bar. Itâs sealed in packaging at least, youâre not going to trust the food they give you, not that it really matters, theyâre not exactly shy about drugging you.
âYour blood sugar is low.â She says, nodding at the bar in your hands. You reluctantly open it, youâre really not hungry, thereâs a pit in your stomach. You nibble on the bar though as Mandy checks your vitals.Â
âWhen was your last heat?â She asks. You donât want to answer, then youâd have to explain your protective heat, Simonâs rut. You donât want her to know about any of that, instead you just shrug. You take another bite of the bar. You count in your head, even with your protective heat your period should be due soon. Maybe that's a good thing, the professor wonât want to be with you while you're on your period and you can get away with sleeping through most of it.
The bar tastes stale but you swallow it down anyway, you want to be aware of what's going on, you canât be doing that if youâre passing out at random times.Â
âWhat about your last period?â She asks. You shrug again, she sighs looking back over at the laptop.Â
âI want to help you. I can only do that if you help me.â She says.Â
âI donât want your help.â You say putting the bar down on the bed.Â
âYou might find having a friend will make your life here easier.â She says, her hand lands on your thigh and she squeezes it. You donât want or need a friend, you want your pack, you want to get out of here.Â
âI donât need a friend.â You say dropping your head. If she really wanted to be your friend she wouldn't have hurt you. She wouldnât have cut out your marks.
âI know you and doctor Montgomary were close.â She says. It makes you angry that she mentioned her. She doesnât deserve to speak her name, she may have the same posisson as Piper but she will never be the same person.Â
Piper was always there, she helped raise you. She stood up to the professor for you and she would never do anything that Mandy has done, she would never carve up your flesh. The door to the room opens and Mandy stands up as the professor walks in.Â
âHow is she?â He asks as he comes over to the other side of your bed. You can smell his alpha in the air, he picks your hand up lacing his fingers with yours. It feels wrong, it feels strange. Youâre starting to notice little things about him youâd never paid attention to before, itâs almost like everything about him disgusts you.Â
âSheâs okay, just needed to eat.â You look down at the half eaten oat bar on the bed. He reaches over to pick it up.Â
âThat's not going to be enough, you need a proper meal.â He says squeezing your hand.
âIâm not hungry.â you say.Â
âYouâll eat.â He says, itâs an order. âIâll get the kitchen to make you something. Dr. Sloan will make sure you eat it all.â Â
You nod, because that's what he expects. He squeezes your hand one more time before letting it go.Â
âLet me know if anything changes and bring her to me when youâre done.â He says to Mandy who nods. For once you donât actually care that Mandy fills the air by talking. She talks about university, how she wanted to be a surgeon but lost motivation due to the field being so competitive. Instead the professor offered her a job, one she seemingly couldnât refuse.Â
She worked alongside Piper and admired her, it seems like she wanted to be like her. When Piper âdiedâ and the position became open she jumped at the chance. You donât know why that rubs you up the wrong way. You wish you could remember her but you didnât really ever see the other scientists or doctors apart from Piper. You want to ask her what she admired about Piper, you didnât even think Piper had anyone admiring her. You knew Piper admired the Professor or more she admired his brain, she admired the formula.Â
She would protect you though, she would be there and stick up for you. She would have never cut your marks out, she tried to help you escape. You love her, she gave her life for you but now sheâs back in your life and you never want her to go away. It makes you smile thinking of her, maybe one day sheâll become part of the pack.Â
That would be weird though, it would mean John or Simon would have to claim her, and packs usually together. That would be weird, it doesnât matter though because you can live with her and your pack. Youâve always wanted to have a mother.Â
Itâs not long before someone brings food. It looks plain and boring but you really donât mind. Itâs nothing like the food you would cook with Kyle. Youâd like to cook again, maybe the Professor will let you cook for him. If youâre going to be stuck here for a while, maybe heâll let you have more freedom than before.Â
He seems different, calmer, nicer. Youâre not sure why, maybe he wants to compete with your pack. That doesnât make much sense though, he ordered their marks carved out of you so he can claim you with his own. You take your time eating everything but you do eat it all. You just donât want to be with the professor, you would rather stay in the medical room, anywhere away from him honestly.Â
It doesnât matter though, as soon as youâve eaten Mandy is leading you back to his office. Itâs familiar, the walk to the single lift. Thereâs never anything good at the bottom, just the professor's office and room. You pause at the lift waiting for Mandy to swipe her card.Â
âIf you need anything, to make things easier. You just have to ask.â She hesitates as you wait for it to arrive. You shake your head, you canât believe sheâs still trying. You donât know what to say to her, you want to get away from her, you hate her.
The lift dings, you hold your breath as the door opens. You step in and look at her, she smiles at you. Somehow it could get worse, sheâs smiling while she sends you down to the professor. A lovely drugged up package for him. You couldnât feel it at first, they must have given another dose to you while you were out. You hate it, it clouds your vision, makes you feel weak.
Maybe now the Professors shown you the room he wants you to raise babies in heâll finally fuck you. Or worse, maybe heâll want to claim you first, before you can stop yourself your hand goes up to the back of your neck. You wish you could feel Johnâs mark, the skin is healed now, instead of the marks from the people you love, itâs just scars.Â
She could help you escape, or help you kill the professor. Maybe you could convince her to help you, instead you reach over and press the button on the lift.Â
The doors close and youâre left looking at the blurry reflection of yourself. At least it canât get any worse.Â
Nikolai came back with the probes just over an hour later, he didnât stay long before heading back for the night. They still waited until Alejandro had finished setting everything up before Johnny and Rudy headed out. Itâs a long shot but if they can get them down they might be able to hear something.Â
âDo you think this is going to work?â Rudy asks as Johnny feeds one of the wires down the vent.Â
âI hope so.â He sighs. He would give anything to hear your voice again but the chances of hearing that with these probes is slim. The hope is theyâll be able to hear Graves or Hale to confirm you're there. As soon as he saw the bunker was up and running his mind was already going over ways he could get in there.Â
Itâs a stupid idea, itâs a death sentence but all he wants to go in and pull you out. He doesnât care about the shadows or Hale, heâll throw himself in front of all of them and let them riddle him with bullets just to get you out.Â
âAlmost there.â Rudy says. Johnny hums.Â
âI can see it online now.â Alejandro says in his ear, he stayed at the safehouse. His job is to make sure everything is connected properly so they can listen remotely. He stops feeding the probe down.Â
âCan you hear anything?â Rudy asks.Â
âNot yet.â Alejando replies.Â
âWe might not hear anything right away.â Rudy says. Heâs trying to be reasusing but itâs not helping with Johnny's nerves right now. He wants answers, he wants confirmation, he wants to be able to speak to John and give him good news.Â
Instead itâs just going to be more waiting. Itâs been almost 48 hours, each hour that goes by makes the chance of you being safe and unharmed lower more and more. He finishes securing the probe before getting back up.Â
They have two more vents to put probes in.Â
Johnny canât help but feel like John sent him here on purpose. He would have had no issues trying to get the shadow to talk with Ghost but Price insisted on Gaz staying behind. Price is not one to hold a grudge but Johnny did let you get taken. He should have been quicker, he should have done more.Â
Rudy doesnât say much, for once Johnny welcomes the silence, it gives him more time to think. More time to think over what he should have done differently. He should have fought Graves harder, he should have fought you more while you scuffed him.Â
He remembers the look in your eyes as you rushed over to him. He saw the blood on your body, it wasnât your blood but it still made his heart drop. He could smell your fear, your worry, everything made the hair stand up on the back of his neck.Â
You looked terrified, the last thing he remembered was you telling him you loved him. He didnât even care about the pain, he tried to fight but he didnât want to hurt you. There was a look deep in your eyes, your lip was quivering. He never wants to see you looking at him like that again.Â
âHere.â Rudy says, stopping at another cover. Johnny nods and focuses his attention back to the job at hand. He crouches down as Rudy removes the weather cap off the top. Johnny opens the bag again pulling the probe out.Â
âHow deep do you think it will go?â Rudy asks.Â
âThe vent? Hopefully all the way down to the bottom.â Johnny says, feeding it through.  âI hear activity on the first probe.â Alejandro says.Â
âAnything useful?â Johnny asks, probably not but he just wants to hear something. Heâll take anything even if itâs a sliver of something.Â
âNegative, just ambiance. Probably needs tuning.â He responds. Johnny almost wants to snap at him, tell him not to bother him with useless updates. Instead he keeps feeding the wire down until Rudy tells him to stop.Â
One more probe to go.Â
It's like lava under your skin.
Your body throbs, your breaths catching in your throat. You whine as your hands pull your top off your chest, youâre in heat. Itâs not natural, it's forced, they must have done it while you were asleep. You turn in the bed, youâre alone. Heâs not here. You can smell alpha in the air though, it makes your mouth water and your pussy throb.Â
You donât want to be in heat, if youâre in heat the Professor will claim you, the thought alone snaps you back to reality. Youâre going to fight this, no matter what youâre going to fight this. Youâve never tried to fight a heat before, you donât even know where to start.Â
You can feel slick pooling between your legs, sweat has built up on your body. You can barely focus, the lingering scent of alpha in the room is making your head spin. Something feels wrong about it though, itâs not the normal alpha scent youâre used to. Itâs not your pack, you look around the room reminding yourself of where you are.Â
Youâre not going to let him touch you, let alone fuck and claim you.Â
Your head swims again making the room feel like itâs spinning, itâs like youâre having to fight to stay conscious, you feel drunk. Youâre not drunk though, you need an alpha. Thereâs an ache traveling through your body, a relentless pulse between your legs. You so badly want to put your hand on your clit, let yourself cum just for a second of relief.Â
You need to do something, something to keep you aware because the moment you let yourself slip under, the moment you let your heat take over heâll hurt you. You force your body to move, everything is overstimulating. Your nipples rub against your shirt, you should take it off.Â
No, you should get in the shower, the cold water will keep you aware. Fuck, youâre not going to be able to get any sleep, the moment you fall asleep it will be over. You use all your energy to pull yourself to the edge of the bed and side down to the floor.Â
The cool floor shocks you and you moan out. You look over at the door to the bathroom, you just need to make it inside. Hopefully without alerting anyone, you hold the next moan back as you suck in deep breaths. Your legs rub together, even with the unbelievable amount of slick the action still sends vibrations straight to your clit.Â
You bite on the inside of your cheek, the pain clears your head giving you a second of clarity to get up to your feet. Your limbs feel heavy, your steps are unsteady, each step makes your body shudder. You make it into the bathroom, the scent isnât as strong here, that's something at least.Â
You strip, throwing your sodden clothes across the room and stepping into the shower. Before you can stop yourself youâre leaning up against the glass, your hand pressing between your legs to your clit. The relief from the contact of your fingers is unbelievable. You moan out biting your lip, the smell of alpha and honey makes your head throb.Â
It feels like you can hear your heart thumping in your ears as you imagine itâs Johnâs hand between your thighs, then you remember where you are and who youâre with. The gasp catches in your throat and you remove your hand. You immediately regret it, whining at the lack of contact.Â
Cold shower , your brain screams at you. Get it together .Â
You reach over, pushing the dial all the way to the left and turn the shower on. The cold water shocks you but you throw yourself under the water anyway. Itâs freezing, itâs painful as the barrage of water stings your fevered body. Your back presses against the wall and you slide down to the floor.Â
Itâs so cold it feels like you canât breathe but your head feels clear. You moan as your teeth start to chatter together. Everything feels wrong, you can still feel an ache between your legs, your heart is pounding in your chest but the burn is gone, the fire under your skin has been replaced by the sting of freezing water.Â
You donât know what's worse but at least you can think, and as long as you can think straight youâre safe. Youâre not going to move, you sit there hugging your legs shivering as the water hits your body.Â
Suddenly after a while your body stops shaking and a strange warmth blooms in you. The water doesnât feel as cold, itâs nice, relaxing.Â
Your eyes start drooping closed, you canât stop it, it feels like you canât move. You blink trying to stay awake but you canât, the warmth is making you sleepy. You close your eyes, just for a second.Â
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You wake to someone shaking your shoulders and calling you.Â
Your body aches, youâre freezing, you canât feel your limbs, the hands on your shoulders are hot almost painfully hot. You blink open and see the professor kneeling above you.Â
He looks worried, you blink again not quite believing it, youâve only ever seen him worried a few times.Â
âThat's it sweetheart.â He says, you can see the relief in his face. It quickly turns to anger as you hear someone new come into the room. âWhat the hell were you thinking?â Â
You look over at the other person, itâs Mandy, she looks worried too. She reminds you of Piper, of course she does. Suddenly a fiery pain travels up your spine, you squeeze your eyes closed crying out. Youâre starting to regain feeling in your limbs, you ball your hands into fists as you try to breathe through the pain.Â
âShe was passed out in the shower.â The Professor says. Hands press around your face, you shiver your whole body shakes as Mandy presses the back of her hand on your forehead.Â
âHer lips are fucking blue.â Hale says, thereâs real fear in his voice, anger. You can feel towels have been draped over you.Â
âCan you hear us?â Mandy asks, you look up at her and blink. Maybe if they hadn't found you, you would have died. You wish you were dead, instead of freezing on the Professor's wet bathroom floor.Â
âWe need to get her temperature up.â Mandy says looking up at the Professor. He moves to hook his arms under you. You groan, you try to push him away but you have no energy. You canât even form words, his hands are like fire on your skin. He pulls you against his chest and carries you out into the bedroom.Â
You cry out as youâre placed down onto the bed, your skin feels so sensitive. Your body is still shivering, you feel sick, maybe it worked, maybe you stopped your heat. You donât feel like youâre in heat, you feel like youâre dying.Â
âYou have to get into bed with her.â Mandy says. Youâre shaking, but thereâs a deep pulse you can feel coming back to your body. âShe needs body heat, anything else would heat her up too quickly and could send her into shock.â You donât want the Professor to lay with you, you donât want to ever have to share a bed with him again.Â
You can barely focus on him as he takes his shirt off. It makes you feel sick. You donât want him to touch you but it feels like you can't move. You have to stay awake, you have to focus on staying awake.
He slips into the bed next to you and Mandy bends down by your head. Her hand comes up to stroke your face, it feels wrong and even worse when the professor's hands run up your body heâs broad and his arms are strong they remind you of Simon. He rolls you onto your side wrapping his arms around you, Mandy pulls the duvet over you both.Â
âRelax, itâll be okay.â She says, you can smell alpha, it's supposed to relax you but it doesnât. You hope you stopped your heat, you donât want to be with the professor.  Â
âYouâre okay sweetheart, just relax.â He says, his breath hot on your neck. Youâre still shivering, you can feel sleep pulling on you, you're exhausted. You try to fight, you try so hard but as Mandy strokes your face your eyes start to feel heavy.Â
You drift asleep imagining itâs Simon behind you.Â
Itâs Johnnyâs turn to be on the lookout. Heâs not really sure if theyâre even going to see anything. Al and Rudy spent the day walking the perimeter of the land based on the land deeds Alex was able to find. There were a few perimeter sensors but nothing exciting. They donât even know if theyâre working anymore. Â
Johnnyâs been sitting at the laptop for the past few hours, listening for any activity on the probes. Itâs mostly just sounds of banging and air moving through the vents which doesnât help his confidence.Â
â-This could happen.â Johnny hears.Â
âRudy!â He calls reaching over for the tuner.Â
âWhat? You got something?â He asks as he comes to stand next to Johnny.Â
âThink so.â Johnny says focusing on tuning the probe.Â
âI- do your job - I don't-â Itâs still patchy but Johnny can tell itâs at least 2 people.Â
â-Warned you.â Johnny moves his hands off the device, itâs a woman who sounds angry.Â
âWhat are they saying?â Rudy asks, Johnny doesnât reply.
âWhereâs Graves?â A male asks.Â
âHeâs coming.â A third person.Â
âWhat happened?â Another voice, thereâs about 4 people in the room.Â
âThe omega, she got injured.â The woman says. Johnny gasps, youâre here. His hands are shaking as he reaches over to press record on the laptop. Youâre here, he knew it, he smiles, theyâve found you. The smile doesnât last long though as he processes the other part of the information.Â
Youâre injured.Â
âSheâs trying to stop her heat. I warned you. She wonât want to be with you while sheâs still bonded to a pack.â Itâs the woman again.Â
âShe doesnât need to be aware of what's happening, I just need time to claim her.â Thatâs Haleâs voice, it has to be. It makes Johnny feel sick, he wants to claim you. They knew he would want to but youâre in heat, itâs not natural, they must have forced it. He swallows the lump in his throat as Rudy puts on the second set of headphones.Â
âYou said you wouldnât rape her!â The woman snaps. Before anyone says anything there's banging.Â
âGood evening.â That's Graves, Johnny would recognise that voice anywhere, he clenches his jaw, gritting his teeth.Â
âWhat's the status on 141?â Hale asks.Â
âStill at the safehouse. I assume theyâre still looking for you.â Graves says.Â
âI want them dead.â Hale says.Â
âProfessor!â That's the woman.Â
âIf she wonât break the bond by herself weâll bring her the bodies.â Hale says. Johnny needs to warn them.Â
âYouâll kill her. Sheâll distress, youâll never get her back. You canât kill her pack.â The woman says.Â
âDonât tell me what to do!â Hale snaps.Â
âYouâre not paying me to kill 141. Iâm not an assassin.â Graves says, Johnny scoffs, even Graves has morals. No one says anything right away, Johnny knows now that Hale has contacts in the Las Almas cartel and probably Konni. It wouldnât take him long to find some actual assassins.Â
âWhy donât you get some rest, itâs late. Let her rest tonight and maybe sheâll be better tomorrow.â The woman says.Â
âOr sheâll try and hurt herself again. This time was too close. I want guards stationed outside the room 24/7.â Hale says. Thereâs another silence and more banging.Â
âShe canât fight her heat. That's not possible.â Hale says.Â
âApparently it is. I assume forced heats are a little different.â The woman replies.Â
âCan we give her a stronger dose?â Hale asks.
âNo, it could do more harm, she is in heat. Sheâs just trying to fight it.â She replies.Â
âWhat about sedation?âÂ
âAccording to your research itâs never been successful before, she could distress.â The woman again, she sighs this time. They must be the only two in the room now. Johnny wishes he had a visual, he wishes he could see their faces as they talk about you like youâre a thing, an object being experimented on.
âIf sheâs still fighting it tomorrow I want the dose increased.â Hale says.Â
âIf we knew when her last natural heat was, it might help. There could be other reasons sheâs rejecting the forced heat.â She says.Â
âYou can talk to her when she wakes.â Hale says. There's silence then the sound of more banging. Johnny sits there in silence for at least a few minutes. They have you, they know where you are and now theyâre going to get you back no matter what it takes.Â
âWhat's a heat?â Rodolfo asks. Johnny turns to look up at him.Â
âNot something she needs to be going through right now.â Johnny says. He stops the recording and pushes one of the headphones off an ear. Theyâve found you, youâre in the bunker, the bunker Johnny thought heâd destroyed, he should have destroyed it, yet another failure on his part.Â
He should have tried harder, he should have protected you better. Heâs going to let the guilt eat him alive, no matter what John says, or Simon, or Kyle. They shouldnât forgive him, they shouldnât trust him with you again.Â
âWe need to call John.â Johnny says. All that matters now is that theyâve found you, which means they can get you back.Â
The next time you wake youâre back in bed. Your body hurts, it throbs, the burn under your skin is back. The pulsing between your legs, you can already feel how wet they are from slick. Youâre still naked, you have no idea how long itâs been. You try to turn over in bed but you canât.Â
You open your eyes and look over, your right arm is handcuffed to the bed. You pull on it, the cuffs are definitely real. It makes you panic, now you canât go back into the shower, now you canât escape, the door to the room is open slightly.Â
You can smell alpha, it's making your head spin and the pulse stronger. Your legs rub together and you whine. A second later the door opens and you can smell him before you see him. Alpha and vanilla fill the air but itâs wrong.Â
Heâs not in your pack, heâs a threat. Itâs almost like your instincts kick in for you. You clench your teeth together and sit up as best as you can. You want to get away from him, thereâs ringing in your ears, this is wrong -him being here is wrong.Â
He slowly starts to walk over to you. You violently pull on the cuffs trying to get even further away. Youâll break your hand if you have to.
âDonât touch me.â You growl at him. He smiles at you and reaches into his pocket. He pulls out a key, you donât take your eyes off him as he comes closer to you, youâre still trying to pull your hand out when he grips your arm hard.Â
The moment theyâre unclasped you bring your wrist to your chest and rub it.Â
âIâm not going to hurt you.â He says. Lies, it's all lies. Heâs not your alpha, heâs not your pack. He reaches out and you back up even further against the headboard. He pauses for a second before bending over and reaching out again.Â
Before you even know what is happening you cry out scratching his face. You watch as he backs up. He looks shocked, you donât care, youâre not letting him get anywhere near you. Heâs not your alpha, heâs not your pack.Â
Heâs stronger than you are though, and now youâve made him angry. He moves back over to you, he grabs your legs and pulls you down the bed. You kick and scream, you donât have your pack to protect you, itâs all on you.
You fight, with all the strength you have, scratching his skin and kicking your legs.Â
Heâs bigger than you and he pins you down to the bed with his hands pressed on your shoulders then he swings his legs over yours and squeezes them together. You try to shuffle backwards but he grabs your wrists and pins your arms down.Â
You cry out at him, screaming using all your energy to fight his grip.Â
âHanging out in a pack has made you feral! Youâre nothing like the sweet little omega I knew!â He snaps before forcing his lips onto yours. You growl biting his lip, you dig your teeth in deep hearing him scream as blood fills your mouth.Â
You let go and he falls off you. You sit up and see him holding his mouth in his hands. Your heart is racing in your chest, your body is dripping in sweat. You use the adrenaline to throw yourself off the bed at him. Your fight or flight has kicked in, youâre not in control of your actions anymore.Â
All you can think about is killing the threat in your space. If you donât heâs going to hurt you and your pack. He doesnât dodge you in time and you sink your teeth into his neck. Blood fills your mouth again you just bite down even harder. Maybe youâve hit a major vein, maybe heâll bleed out and die.Â
You hope so.Â
Heâs shouting and banging on the door to his room, you wonât let go though, heâs your prey right now. Heâs a threat to your pack and he needs to die. Suddenly he gets a grip on you and squeezes his hands around your neck.Â
You hold onto him until your head is ringing and blackspots flash in your vision. Youâll pass out before you let go and that's what happens. Your teeth leave his neck and you slump to the floor sucking in lungfuls of air. The door to the room swings open and strangers grab you by your armpits pulling you away from the alpha.Â
You thrash in their arms, you can smell them theyâre both betaâs but not your betas. You watch as he regains his balance, thereâs another beta handing him a towel, he presses it into his neck. You smile as you see his blood soaked clothes. You did that, you protected the pack.Â
He strides towards you, his anger cutting though the smell of honey in the air. The people who have your arms hold you tight, the alpha stands above you before bending down so his head is level with yours.Â
âYou will be my omega, one way or another.â He says, his voice slurred slightly from the wound on his lip. âI am going to find your pack and kill every last one of them.âÂ
âNO!â You scream at him trying to pull your arms out the people holding you but they grip you tighter. The alpha stands up, the next thing you know his fist crashes into your face. You must have blacked out for a second because the next thing you know youâre on the floor.
The arms have let you go but you canât get up, your head is spinning too much, your ears are ringing. Next a boot crashes into your stomach. You cry out curling up into a ball on the floor. You hear the angry alpha shouting orders but youâre not listening. The adreanile is wearing off now, you feel the hot pulse rise through your body again.Â
You lay there sobbing on the floor until the scent of alpha fades and the pain in your head and stomach ease up. As soon as it does you try to move, your body throbs, the ache is back, the ache for an alpha's knot. You wish you were not in heat, you wish your pack was here. You use the pain to spike your adrenaline and pull your body over to the bathroom.Â
You need another cold shower, itâs the only thing that helps. Youâre less than half way there when the door opens again. You turn to look at the new threat standing there. Itâs Mandy, she steps over to you. She has a worried look on her face. Sheâs projecting her scent, trying to calm you.Â
âGo away!â You shout, turning over and falling to the floor, you shuffle backwards until you hit the bed. Your heart is racing, all you can think about is protecting the pack protecting the people you love.Â
âItâs okay, just relax okay.â You hiss at her reaching over to pull the duvet off the bed and around you. She slowly starts to back up, her hands outstretched as she heads for the door. Good, you want to be left alone. The taste of blood in your mouth is starting to make your stomach turn, you spit out on the floor looking at the splat of red on the white tiles.Â
The adrenaline is waning again, you can feel the heat coming back hard. The pulse between your legs and the burn in your stomach.Â
The burn for an alpha's knot comes back even harder than before. It takes all your effort to not touch yourself. You need to keep a cool head, you need to be able to protect yourself and your pack. No matter what happens you need to protect the pack. Your head starts to swim as you look over at the door expecting a threat to come back in.Â
You need to protect the pack no matter what. You need to protect the pack.
The second recording was worse.Â
It came from a different probe deeper in the bunker. It was their first audio of you and none of it was good. Johnâs pacing the room, itâs all he can do to stop himself from spirling. When he heard the first audio confirming youâre alive and in the bunker it hurt.Â
The way they were talking about you like you were a thing, nothing more than an object for them to abuse. Talking about you fighting your forced heat, he knows first hand what youâre like during a forced heat. He canât imagine what it must be like trying to fight it.Â
Even Piper went pale faced and had to sit down while she listened and confirmed it was Hale talking. She has no idea who the other woman is though. Now they had a new recording, it started off with Hale again, Hale and the new woman. He only heard the first few exchanges before calling a meeting.Â
Simon and Kyle dispatched the Shadow as soon as they had confirmation you were in the bunker and alive, he wasnât going to give up anything anyway. Now the plan was to move to Wisconsin and get you back, preferably without Shadow Company finding out.Â
They can hear your distant screams and wails in the background while the two people talk. Everytime John hears you cry it makes the hairs stand up on the back of his neck. He needs to be with you, he needs to protect you. Youâre in heat and youâre vulnerable, he looks over at Simon.Â
At least he has a mask to hide what heâs thinking, and he can hide his scent - unlike Kyle who he can smell from across the room. Kate and Alex went with Nick to take the big supplies to Johnny and Alejandro.Â
âItâs going to need stitches.â The woman says.Â
âFuck the stiches. Itâll be healed in a day.â Hale replies.Â
âItâs deep, it cou-âÂ
âFuck! Just patch it up!â He snaps through gritted teeth. Thereâs silence for a few minutes and John stops pacing looking over at the laptop. Alejandro is sat at the laptop, Johnny is in the background, hiding in the dark as he leans up against a wall. John sees him wipe his face now and then.Â
âI want her sedated.â Hale says eventually. âUntil her heat is over.âÂ
âIâm not sure if Iâll even be able to sedate her fully. According to Dr. Montgomeryâs notes the doses she recommends would be fatal.â The woman says. John looks over at Piper who just lowers her head.Â
âJust enough so she canât do this again.â Hale says. John starts to pace again, you hurt him, youâre fighting him and your forced heat. Good , youâre stronger than you think. Clearly whatever youâve done is bad enough to make him need stitches.
âDo you want any pain relief?â The woman asks. Thereâs no response or talking for a few more minutes.Â
âA few more centimeters and she would have hit your carotid.â The woman says and Hale sighs. âYou canât be around her while sheâs in heat, sheâs going to kill you.âÂ
âI need to claim her.âÂ
âYouâll get another chance. When sheâs not bonded to a pack.â It makes John smile, youâve not broken your bond. He reaches down to rest his hand over his dog tags, he feels the charm; the identical one they all have. Hale probably took yours off you but theyâll buy you a new one, hell theyâll buy you a hundred new charms.Â
âI canât make her break her bond.â Hale sounds disappointed, it makes Johnâs stomach turn.Â
âIf you claim her.â The woman says. Piper tenses, Johnâs eyes lock onto her, he can smell her fear, her guilt. There's silence again, John stops walking keeping his eyes on Piper, she shifts her weight in the chair. âIf you claim her, it might force her to break the bond.âÂ
âI canât claim her if she doesnât let me near her.â Hale says. Good, John thinks, but he doesnât like how Piper is reacting.Â
âIâll sedate her, long enough for you to get it done.âÂ
More silence, Johnâs holding his breath.Â
âThat's all youâll do though. Promise me, all youâll do is claim her.âÂ
There's silence again and Piper stands up turning away from the laptop.Â
âAll Iâll do is claim her. And if that doesnât break the bond then weâll try something else.â Hale says.Â
âWhat else is there to try?â The woman asks.Â
âYouâve read Dr. Montgomeryâs notes, you know the kind of things we were trying. Maybe we can try again.â Hale says. There's silence only filled by the distant sounds of your crys. John squeezes his eyes closed, itâs like a physical pain, it feels like heâs being stabbed in the heart everytime he hears you. You sound like youâre in pain and you are, definitely mentally and most likely physically. Â
âIâll stay here until sheâs knocked out.â Hale says, there's the sound of what John assumes is a door closing and the recording fizzes stop.
No one moves, no one says a word.Â
âCan he do that? Claim her, force her to break the bond?â Kyle asks. John can hear the strain in his voice. He watches as Piper sniffles, wiping her nose and composing herself before turning around.Â
âIn theory. We never tested it though because Hale wanted to be the only one to ever claim her.â Piper says.Â
âDo you think it could work?â Simon asks. Heâs barely said a word since disposing of the shadows body and hearing the first recording.Â
âIn theory.âÂ
âThatâs not a fuckinâ answer.â Simon snaps getting to his feet and turning to Piper. John sighs, heâs not in the mood to defuse Simon right now.Â
âI donât know. It was years ago.â Piper snaps back. John steps in front of him.Â
âGo pack with Gaz. Nik will be here soon.â Simon looks over his shoulder. John presses his hand on his chest, he can feel the anger coming off him without having to smell it. Heâs worried and angry they all are but they need to keep their cool. Simon sighs and turns storming to the stairs.Â
Kyle waits watching John who nods at him, then he follows Simon.
âSoap, as soon as Nik gets here weâre coming to you. Weâll be in touch.â John says, going over to the laptop and ending the call.Â
âItâs okay John. I can handle an angry alpha.âÂ
âWhat do you think heâs going to do?â John asks, he hears Piper sigh.Â
âClaim her. I donât know as much about bonding as you think I do.â She wraps her arms around her chest turning to look at him. âHale didnât understand it either. We tried different things like forcing her to break bonds but none of them were very strong.âÂ
âCalming and bonds are not the same thing. A bond can be between anyone, like me and her, it can be broken by either party. Claiming, itâs a sexual thing- a romantic thing, it can only be done during a heat. Youâre claiming that person as yours forever. It canât be broken, or at least that's what we thought.âÂ
John steps closer to her, he remembers reading the document she left for them way back when they were leaving America. Itâs just feelings, chemicals inside of them when it really comes down to it but it feels real. Like thereâs something there between all of them, itâs almost like he can immagine invisible strings binding them all together.Â
The thought of someone forcing you to break that, break the connection you have with them, it makes him angry and upset. He doesnât want to lose you.Â
âDid you ever see it happen? Forcing someone to break a bond?â He asks.Â
âItâs not as simple as that. You canât force people to do something they donât want to. I canât force you to say- hit me- for example. We would test it with betaâs sometimes alphas, he would make her bond with them then kill them to see what would happen.âÂ
âAnd what would happen?âÂ
âThe bonds were never very strong. Some of them she was made to do under duress. She would be sad, moody. She would slip into a sort of depressive state for a few days.â She explains. John can smell her guilt, he can see how uneasy she is. âI assume Simon told you how he got her to distress. The first time.âÂ
âYeah, he did.â John confirms. Letting you fall in love with someone, using them to get close to you then slaughtering them while you were having sex. Even without the bonds that's bound to mess anyone up.Â
âIt almost killed her. She was on a ventilator, she couldnât even breathe for herself. We knew bonds were special but that was the first time we knew breaking them was dangerous.â She says. John sighs, stepping over to her.Â
âOmegas rely on bonds more so than alphas and betas. A pack bond is the strongest type of bond. Youâre her family now, sheâll rely on you all for the rest of her life. You know what it feels like being bonded with her. Imagine that but turned up to the max, omegas are supposed to keep the pack bonds strong.â She explains, looking over at the laptop.Â
He knows what she means, he can feel it, he doesn't think heâll ever be able to explain it but itâs there. The throb, the ache to be with you and protect you. Not just you all of them, the pack, he always cared for them but now itâs like he cares too much, he couldnât just live without the pack it feels like it would kill him.Â
âIf he claims her canât she just choose to break the bond?â John asks.Â
âNot if she has a mark, then sheâs bound for life. Heâll be her alpha too.â Piper sighs. He reaches over and rests his hand on her shoulder. She looks up at him, Johnâs not quite sure he understands the whole thing but what matters is getting you back. The thought of you being claimed by Hale makes his stomach turn.Â
âNo matter what he does, weâll fix it. Weâre going to be there for her, no matter what.â He says, he makes sure to look in her eyes, theyâre still filled with tears sheâs trying to hold back. âI promise weâre going to save her.â He projects his scent, she does the same. He breathes her in, he never thought he would end up bonded to Piper but really itâs been a long time coming. He squeezes her shoulder and she smiles at him.Â
Sheâs been here from the beginning. Sheâs been in your life for as long as you can remember. Sheâll never be in the pack and sheâll never be claimed by them but John knows now she needs to be there for you. She gave her life for yours without even thinking and he knows she would do it again. Sheâs your mother and regardless of the future she deserves their protection, for your sake at least.Â
Now theyâre bonded, it means something, it's a silent promise. No matter what theyâll be for her too.
âI believe you.â She says sniffing and looking up at him. âThank you John. You didnât need to trust me, you never needed to trust me but you did. You donât have to bond with me. â                      Â
âItâs my decision, you love her, youâve always loved her and when this is over sheâs going to need her mother.â He says.Â
She nods, smiling. âSheâs going to need her pack more.â

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These Violent Delights
Chapter 35 - Skin
Summary: Poly 141 x fem!reader, a/b/o alternate universe 8.5k words.
CW: a/b/o alternative universe, a/b/o dynamics, typical a/b/o universe tropes (scuffing, heats), torture, mutilation, graphic description of tourture, SA (not rape), non-con drugging, restraints, abuse, phycological abuse, physical abuse, smoking, alcohol, blood, description of wounds, mentions of birth control, suicidal thoughts, angst, all hurt no comfort, medical inaccuracies, stockholm syndrome, mentions of pregnacy.
AN: Heed the warnings and remember this fic does have a happy ending... kinda..
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Piper can smell the anger the moment the car pulls up to the house. It makes the hair stand up on the back of her neck, alpha anger is a scary thing. She swallows the lump in her throat as she picks up the bandage for Johnnyâs head.Â
A second later the front door opens and Johnny gets to his feet. She grabs his arm. âYou need to sit down.â He pulls out of her grip heading over to meet them, she sighs following him.Â
âWhat the hell happened!?â John shouts, he strides across the room in a few steps stopping in front of Johnny.
âThey caught me off guard.â Johnny says, she watches his body tense, his hands ball into fists.Â
âAll you had to do was watch her. Protect her itâs not a hard fucking job, Soap!â John snaps. Piper needs to do something or theyâre going to be at each other's throats. Johnâs alpha is keeping her locked in place, heâs furious, worried. He just lost his omega, they all did.Â
âI was outnumbered, by the time I even had a chance to reach for a weapon it was already too late!â Johnny says back. John looks over at Kate, Simonâs hand lands on Johnâs shoulder, he shrugs it off.Â
âHow many?â John asks, turning away and looking around the room. Kyle looks the most worried, Piper canât tell what Simonâs thinking under the mask, she canât smell him but his eyes are hard, dark and focused.Â
âNine, they took out Kate first then went for the omega.â Johnny says, John turns back to look at Kate again. Piper watches them nod at each other. Sheâs fine, took a hit to the head but sheâs okay, Johnny got the worst of it.
âDid they hurt her?â John asks.Â
âI-I donât know.â Johnny says. Anger fills the room again and John strides up to Johnny.Â
âWhat the bloody hell do you mean âyou donât know?ââ John spits getting back up in Johnny's face. Johnny sways, Piper presses herself up against him catching him and wrapping his arm over her shoulders. Simon steps up to help her.Â
âYou need to sit down Johnny, youâve got a concussion.â Piper says, she canât help shooting an angry glance at John. This is not Johnnyâs fault, there was nothing he could have done, surely John knows that. Simon helps her guide him to a chair.Â
âLast I saw she was fine, covered in blood but fine.â Johnny says.Â
âThe blood wasnât hers, at least that's what we think.â Piper tries to reassure them. âShe managed to kill one of them and injure another.âÂ
âShe scuffed me.â Johnny says. Piper's eyes snap back to him in shock.Â
âShe what?â Piper asks amid a barrage of other questions.Â
â She scuffed me. Not Graves or any of his other shadows.â Johnny sighs rubbing the back of his neck. âGraves said heâd kill me if I tried anything. I fought, I didnât stop the whole time. I would have died for her. She knew that.âÂ
Piper can hear the sadness in his voice, she can smell his guilt in the air, itâs thick and strong.
âI tried.â The words come out as a sob, he hangs his head still rubbing the back of his neck. John walks over sighing and resting his hand on Johnnyâs shoulder. Piper moves out the way. Thereâs a change in the energy of the room.Â
âYou said there was one injured?â Simon asks.Â
âWe tied him to a bed upstairs. I can show you.â Piper offers moving towards the stairs but John stands up straight leaving Johnnyâs side.Â
âWait.â He calls looking over at Kate.Â
âDo we know anything new?â He asks, she shakes her head.Â
âOkay.â He steps around the room thinking. He stops at some smears of blood on the floor.
âKate call Alex, see if heâs still free. Then get in touch with Alejando and Rudy, see if they can help and how many Los Vaqueros they can spare.âÂ
âPrice, are you sure you donât want to wait until we know where she is?â Simon asks, stepping back up to John.
âIt could take us months.â Kate says.Â
âItâs not.â John says not taking his eyes off Simon. âBecause as soon as weâve called the cavalry youâre going to make that shadow talk.âÂ
âAnd if he doesnât?â Piper asks, John scoffs and turns walking over to Kate, everyone watches him, he seems so sure, Piper almost canât believe the little smile she sees creep up on his face. She turns back to Simon and sees Kyle step up behind him resting his hand on Simon's shoulder.Â
âHeâll talk.â Kyle says
You wake in pain, a stabbing sensation in the back of your neck, that's the first thing you feel.Â
Your head throbs, your arm too. Your whole body feels weak, you donât know how long youâve been out, youâre almost too scared to open your eyes. You try to move but you canât, it makes you panic. Your arms are tied down, you open your eyes to look around and your heart sinks.Â
You recognise this room, it all comes back to you in an instant and before you can stop yourself a sob leaves your throat. You feel tears welling up in your eyes, you canât wipe them away, your wrists are tied to the bed.Â
Youâre in the medical room, the one youâve recovered in, time and time again in the bunker. Only the bunker is gone, this has to be somewhere else. It has to be. Thereâs the smell though, the smell of damp earth that never seemed to go away, thereâs a chill in the air and the familiar sound of banging pipes behind the walls.Â
It canât be the bunker because the bunker is gone .Â
You pull on the ties around your wrist, theyâre soft but attached straight to the bed. You blink a few times letting the tears run down your face and try your best to clear your vision. You want to be able to see the next person who walks into the room.Â
You look over at your shoulder, thereâs a bandage on the top of your arm, you flex your arm and it throbs. Your birth control, itâs been taken out. You feel sick, you sob laying back in bed. Thereâs not much you can do. You feel useless.Â
You were useless, all that training they gave you and you forgot it all. You knew it was over when you saw Johnny, saw him bloody and fighting with Graves. You couldnât let him get hurt, he would have died to save you. You would have never been able to live with yourself.Â
Your heart rate picks up as you hear footsteps coming to the door. Youâre holding your breath, whoever it is waits for a second before opening the door. You pull your legs up close to your body and pull on the restaurants.Â
Itâs not the professor though, itâs someone new. A woman, a beta, you flare your nostrils breathing her in.Â
Sheâs nervous as she walks up over to the bed. She has short brown hair, it cuts off just under her chin, she looks about the same age as Piper. She has a white lab coat on and a folder in her hands. She smiles at you as she puts the folder on a table at the end of the bed.Â
You pull your legs even closer to you as she walks around to stand beside you, she rests her hands on the bed guard.Â
âHello.â She starts smiling, you can see the nerves on her now. The professor will be watching, heâll want to make sure she does a good job- whatever that is. âMy name is Dr. Sloan, but you can call me Mandy.â She pauses like sheâs waiting for a reaction, you donât say anything just blink more tears away.Â
âI know things must be confusing right now but youâre safe here.â She says. Itâs a lie, youâll never be safe with the professor. Maybe she doesnât know what heâs like, he will have filled her head with everything amazing about the formula.Â
She reaches out to touch your hand. You try to pull it away but you canâtÂ
âItâs okay.â She smiles. You donât have much choice, you relent letting her pick up your hand.Â
âHow do you feel?â She asks, you ignore the question completely, sheâs holding your hand, squeezing it like sheâs trying to be reassuring. You donât want her to hold your hand, you donât want her to give you reassuring squeezes.Â
âYour old doctor was Piper Montgomary. I read her work, she was very brilliant.â She says as she starts to unbuckle the clips on the wrist restraints.Â
âIs.â You correct her, it's barely audible. Your throat is dry and raw. She doesnât say anything but her smile gets bigger as she undoes the final clip and your hand is free. She must trust that youâre not going to bolt, not that you would stand much of a chance anyway.Â
âYou were out for a while, a few hours. Iâm going to give you something to help you relax.â She says as she turns around to open a drawer. You take the opportunity to fiddle with the buckles on the other wrist restraint. Your hands are shaking so much though, itâs almost like youâve suddenly forgotten how to unclip a simple buckle.Â
Her hand lands on your shoulder and she pulls you back. You snap back to look at her with an injection in her hand.Â
âI donât want anything.â You say as you try to squish yourself to the other side of the bed. She drops her smile and relaxes her face, you can smell her calming scent, you hold your breath, you donât want to smell her, you donât want her trying to calm you down.
âItâs just to help you relax. We wouldnât want you distressing.â She says. You swallow the lump in your throat, why havenât you distressed yet? Maybe you should, at least then you wonât remember anything. You donât have much of a choice, you bring your free hand up to wipe your eyes.Â
Maybe the familiarity of the place is stopping you, the fact that this is the place you grew up even if it is shoved in the deep recesses of your brain, this place is safe- at least technically, the only danger is the professor and what heâs capable of.
Your hand instinctively goes up to the back of your neck, you gasp when you realise theyâve cut your hair. You reach up to pull on it trying to bring it around to your vision, itâs short, stopping just under your chin.Â
âIâm sorry about your hair. It was Professor Hales' recommendation. He thought it would be easier for you.â She explains. You have no idea what that means, it just makes you feel sad. âSharp scratch.â She plunges the needle into your thigh. You feel sick, you feel stupid, you should have fought harder. You just hope Graves didnât hurt Johnny. Thinking about them makes a pit form in your stomach and you choke down a sob.Â
Youâre not going to let them see you upset, youâre not going to let them break you. Thereâs a knock at the door, you can smell it now, alpha. Itâs the professor, your head swims. Mandy goes over to answer the door and steps to the side so the professor can walk in.Â
He doesnât look mad, or upset, his face is relaxed, you can already smell the cigar smoke on him as he walks over to the bed. You hold back the tears biting the inside of your cheek to stop them from spilling out. He stops in the same spot Mandy was in a few seconds ago.Â
He picks up your free hand, you donât try and fight it there's no point, his scent of alpha is overwhelming, itïżœïżœïżœs nothing like John or Simon. Itâs harsh, tainted with alcohol and blood, he always had a lingering scent of death. He brings the back of your hand up to his mouth and kisses it. He looks older than you remember, or maybe heâs just tired. Â
âYouâre home now, youâre safe.â He says. You bite down harder on the inside of your mouth.
This isnât home, it will never be home.Â
8 hours, itâs been 8 hours since you were taken. John is still looking out the window in the back garden. Less than 24 hours ago you were laughing and joking with Johnny and Kyle as they taught you to throw a decent punch. Â
He knew raiding the base was a risk, he knew that. He should have left Ghost behind with Soap, he should have been here instead, sent Ghost out to lead instead. He should have been here. They didnât even get anything useful from the raid, just a few dead shadows and confirmation that Hale and Graves are not in the state.
Now theyâve lost you and you could be anywhere. Hale could take you and run and they would never be able to find you again. It wouldnât be hard for Graves to get Hale out of the country, they know he has properties in other places around the world, he could have ones they donât know about.Â
Laswell is doing a good job keeping an eye on everything, Graves was sloppy leaving a shadow behind. He must have been in a rush, he could have been getting on a plane, or a train. Even with the CIA and MI6 databases itâs hard to track someone who doesnât exist. If heâs smart heâll go to South America, or Russia, deep in the Siberian wilderness where it will take them years to find you.Â
âAnything new with Makarov?â John asks without looking away from the window.Â
âNo, heâs still causing problems in Russia. Farah is keeping an eye on him for us.â Laswell says. John hums.Â
âThink Haleâs working with Konni?â Johnny asks.Â
âWe have to explore every possibility. Iâm sure Makarov wouldnât turn down the formula in exchange for protection.â John says as a matter of fact.Â
âShadow Company wouldnât work with Konni.â Laswell says. Fair.  Â
âHeâs not going to leave the US.â John says, turning from the window and going over to the table. âAs long as he has Shadow Companyâs support and protection heâll stay.âÂ
âItâll take forever to find out where though.â Johnny says.Â
âWe donât stop.â John says, theyâre never going to stop. Not until they have you back in their arms, alive.Â
âNo âcourse not.â Johnny says with a sigh, John can smell his guilt fill the air again.Â
âYou should get some rest. Weâre probably not going to find anything new for a while.â He says looking over at him.Â
âIâm good.â Johnny says. John sighs.Â
âYou too Piper, you've been travelling all day.â
âIâm not tired-â
âChrist, am I speaking another language.â John snaps, squeezing his eyes closed and pinching the bridge of his nose. âItâs not a suggestion. Youâre no use to anyone if you canât think straight.â He hears chairs scraping but they donât protest again. He goes over to sit in the chair Johnny left.Â
âGoing to send me to bed too?â Kate asks. John sighs and looks at the laptop to see what Johnny was working on.Â
âI should never have left her alone.â John says. Itâs the first time heâs said it out loud. He should have been here. Even when they get you back he will never forgive himself for letting this happen. For letting you get taken.Â
âWeâll find her, John. Even if it does take months weâll get her back. Weâve hunted and found harder people.âÂ
âShe might not have months.â John says grimly. He doesnât want to think about the fact Hale basically only wants you for children. In some fucked up way he hopes that Hale loves you enough to keep you alive. He hopes for once Piper is wrong and he really does love you, otherwise they could already be too late.Â
Thereâs a knock at the front door, Piper stops typing on the laptop and looks over. John gets up and walks over with his hand resting on his pistol.
When he looks through the peephole he relaxes. Opening the door and stepping to the side to let Nikolai in.Â
âGood to see you again, Captain. I wish it was a better situation.â Nikolai says. John nods leading him over to the dining room table where Kate, Piper and Johnny have spent the last few hours going through every piece of intel they have with a fine tooth comb.Â
âIâll catch you up.â John says.Â
âAlex will be bringing the rest of the data I requested.â Kate says.
âAlejandro and Rodolfo and a handful of Los Vaqueros will be here tomorrow. Other than that itâs just us.â John says.
âItâs better than nothing.â Nikolai says.Â
âNot enough to go against Shadow Company though.â John says, crossing his arms.Â
âWhere is she?â Nikolai asks, John and Kate go silent exchanging glances.Â
âWe donât know.â John says.
âWeâve already ruled out previous places he lived. We assume heâs somewhere new. Within the US.â Kate clarifies.Â
âLast moment we have on Shadow Company is Minneapolis. Itâs hard to keep tack of them but we know theyâre moving.â John explains.Â
âLooking for a needle in a haystack.â Nikolai says.Â
âCould say that.â John sighs. âDid you manage to get your hands on a chopper?â
âStanding by for your orders, Captain.â Nikolai says with a smile patting John on the back.
âThen all weâre waiting on is Alex.â Kate says. âRight now heâs busy getting the files we need.â
âWe have an injured Shadow, weâve been trying to get him to talk.â John says. As if on cue a scream from the upstairs room fills the air.Â
âYouâve been busy then.â Nikolai says.Â
âWhen Al and Rudy get here tomorrow weâve got some places for you to check out. As soon as we can narrow down where sheâs not, we can focus on other areas.â John says. âGet some rest if you need to, it's going to be a long day.âÂ
âYou too, Captain.â Nikolai says patting the top of his back before picking up his bag again and heads for the stairs. âMake sure he gets some rest Kate.â John raises an eyebrow at Kate.Â
âWill do.â She replies, Nikolai chuckles as he walks up the stairs.Â
You have no idea how long itâs been. Whatever drug Mandy gave you to help you relax makes your head swim and your body feel heavy. Itâs getting harder to think, to remember things. You try to remember your pack, you try to remember your alphas John and Simon but itâs like the memories are just out of reach.Â
You're eventually moved into another room, it's dark and uninviting, the only lights where surgical lights pointed at a black exam bed. Mandy helps you strip and step into a hospital gown, you donât even bother feeling embarrassed about it, the professor has seen you naked many times.Â
When youâre changed Mandy adjusts the exam table and pats it, you nod and hop up laying back. Youâre basically in a sat up position. You should ask what's going to happen but you have a feeling youâre not going to like anything she says.
She moves the thin gown off your shoulders. Sheâs looking at your marks, it makes you feel sick, you want to touch them. She smiles at you like that's going to put you at ease, she turns away from you. You reach up and feel Johnâs mark on the back of your neck, you let your hand move down to Johnnyâs and Kyles.Â
You feel a lump rising in your throat, youâre not going to cry, youâre not going to let them see you cry. When she looks back youâre rubbing Simonâs mark.Â
âDid it hurt? When they marked you?â She asks. You look down at the tray sheâs holding in her hands. You can see surgical supplies, sterile supplies. You look back up at her, her face looks relaxed, she still has a small smile on her lips. Maybe it wonât be as bad as you think itâs going to be.Â
You donât reply to her question, instead you watch as she places everything down on a table wheeling it over. Sheâs methodical about it, placing things down and moving them until sheâs happy. You see scalpels, tweezers, wipes and gauze. The more you watch her lay things out the more scared you feel.Â
Itâs taking all your energy to hide your scent. Youâre not going to give them anything, youâre not going to let them break you down. When the door to the room opens you jump. Itâs the professor, he looks different. When you saw him in the medical room he looked almost kind.Â
Now his face is dark and hard. Just like you remember, the way you imagine him in your dreams. He walks over to the bed and stands beside you. Youâre not tied down in here, you could run. What would that achieve though? Thereâs no way youâre getting out of here, it will only make things worse.Â
Your head is swimming from whatever drug Mandy has been giving you, you wouldnât even make it to the door of the room before they catch you and drag you back kicking and screaming.Â
Maybe you should fight, for the sake of your pack. You donât even know if theyâre coming for you. You secretly hope they arenât because then they could get hurt, then they could die. You would rather imagine them safe and happy. Living in the house in Scotland safe and away from the professor and Shadow Company.Â
The professor's hand lands on your shoulder and you sit forward. âFour marks.â Hale says. His fingers brush over them. You can smell the alcohol on his breath.Â
âWhich ones belong to your alphas?â He asks. You wonât tell him, you wonât tell him anything. Of course he doesnât like your silence, he rests a hand on your shoulder and you freeze up.
âWhich ones belong to your alphas?â He asks again. You look as Mandy picks up an injection. Hale's hand comes up to stop her.Â
âI assume the one on the back of your neck.â Hale says, his hand travels down your head to your neck. He moves over to Simon's mark. âWhat about this one?â You donât say anything, you donât even move. His fingers move over to Johnnyâs.Â
âThis oneâs deep. He must really like you.â Hale says as he presses his fingers over each deep indent. You shiver as his fingers move over to Kyleâs mark last.
âFour marks.â You can hear the spite in his voice, the anger, you can smell it in the air. Suddenly his hand comes to cup your jaw and pull your face to look at him. âTurned into a right little slut didnât you? Letting people mark you up like youâre some kind of whore!â He throws your face to the side and you sob. You donât mean to, it just comes out. Your neck is still sore from the scuffing.Â
âLet's start with the one on the back of your neck.â Hale says. âWho claimed you first? Was it Captain Price? Or his bitch of a lieutenant? The one who hides his face like a scared little boy!â Mandy picks up the injection again.Â
âNo.â Hale stops her again. âI want her to feel it.â
âProfessor.â She starts but instantly stops when he shoots her an angry glance. He bends down so his head is level with yours.Â
âWhen she carves your packs marks out your skin I want you to feel every second.â His hand comes to brush a tear escaping down your cheek, his gaze softens. âI want you to feel each one leave your body forever. The only mark you will ever have after today is mine.âÂ
He moves over to a corner in the room, he's going to stay, watch as she takes their marks. You don't know what to say, or even do, you want to cry and scream but thats just what he wants. He will want to watch you suffer, suffer for him, maybe he'll expect you to break the bond, you won't though- you love them. You want to touch them one more time. Feel their marks one more time. Instead youâre frozen in place, the room suddenly feels colder, goosebumps rise on your skin.Â
You should run, you should fight. Maybe if you kick up enough of a fuss then theyâll sedate you. You donât have the energy to fight though, youâre too drugged up. Even the walk over to this room was just a blur of colours and bright lights.Â
You feel something wet and cold on the back of your neck. Your hand instantly goes up to protect it.Â
âItâs just antiseptic.â Mandy explains.Â
âYou donât have to do this.â You say. You know itâs not true, you know she doesn't have a choice. You hear her sigh anyway, you smell her trying to calm you. It makes you feel sick.Â
âIf you fight-â She says quietly choking on the words. Her hand lands on your thigh and tears start to form in your eyes. âIf you fight theyâll strap you down. Professor Hale was very adamant you were to be aware of what was going to happen. Iâm sorry.âÂ
Itâs a lie, sheâs not sorry. If she was truly sorry she wouldnât be doing this. You drop your hand from the back of your neck. She goes back to cleaning the back of your neck and clipping your hair up.Â
You should fight at least for the sake of your pack. Itâs their marks sheâs about to carve out of your skin. Theyâre going to be disappointed, theyâre going to be mad at you for not fighting. You should fight, you should.Â
You hear Mandy putting gloves on, you donât have long before sheâll start. Maybe if she cuts deep enough youâll bleed out, then it will be over.Â
âIâm going to start now.â She says. Useless, youâre useless. You deserve to feel the pain. You grip the bed and close your eyes as the hot sting of the blade digs into the back of your neck.Â
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Your body throbs.Â
Itâs nothing but hot fiery pain throbbing through your neck and shoulders.Â
She carved the marks from the people you love out of your skin.Â
It doesnât feel real, you canât believe youâre back here. Youâre back in the bunker. The sound of the metal scalpel dropping in a bowl makes you jump.Â
âIâm finished.â Mandy says, you can hear the edge of something in her voice. You tried so hard not to scream, not to give the professor what he wanted, but you couldnât help it. You think you passed out once or twice too, coming too when Mandy was digging another chunk of flesh out your neck, or your shoulder. At one point the professor left, maybe he couldn't stand it anymore, you don't think thats why.Â
You didnât even try and fight, you just let it happen. Your pack would be so disappointed in you, you deserve to feel the pain.Â
Blood is running down your body, you can feel it with each throb. The wounds will already be healing. You look up at Mandy with tears in your eyes. She looks sad, you can smell her too, nothing like Piper. Piper may have been the professor's helper once but she would never do this. Mandy goes over to the door and leaves without saying a word.Â
You hang your head letting tears spill down your face.Â
You bring your shaking hand up to where Johnnyâs mark was, it stings as your fingers touch the raw flesh, you wince as you feel it. You sob following the fresh wound all the way around, the indents his teeth left have been replaced with a continuous circle, removing them all. You can already feel the wound healing though, the skin feels tight and hot.Â
You drop your hand when the door opens and watch as Mandy and the professor walk in. He comes over to you and looks at the wound you were just touching. His hands land on the top of your arms and he gently pulls you forward so he can see the marks on your back.Â
âDoesnât that feel so much better?â He asks letting you sit back. Pain pulses through you as your skin hits the back of the bed. No, you feel horrible. You feel sick. His hand comes to your chin and he pulls your face up to look at him.
âYou are mine. You were always mine.â He says. Heâs smiling, heâs happy you can smell it. He leans in to kiss you. All you can taste is the salt of your tears. When he breaks from the kiss his thumbs come up to wipe a tear away.
âDonât cry, theyâre gone now.â You look up at him, in his eyes. He doesnât look or sound angry anymore. âThis is how it was always meant to be.â Â
âClean and dress the wounds, then let her get some rest. Sheâs had a long day.â He says to Mandy before heading to leave the room
âYou- you canât force me to break a pack bond.â You say, itâs barely audible and filled with sadness. You focus hard on not choking on your words. Itâs the only thing youâve said to him since youâve been back. You know he will have heard you talking to Mandy- the little you do talk to her.Â
For a second you think heâs going to come back towards you. Hit you maybe for talking back to him, for saying something he doesnât like. Instead he smiles, youâre not sure what to make of it, youâre already feeling exhausted again and youâre not going to be getting any sleep soon.Â
âDonât worry about that. Iâm going to take care of it.â He says and before you can even comprehend what he said he leaves the room.Â
Mandyâs hand lands on the top of your arm.Â
âDonât touch me.â You say as silent tears fall down your face. She removes her hand, you can tell sheâs not sure what to do. You donât care, you just want to be left alone, you just want to sleep.Â
âIâm going to give you some pain relief.â She says, lowering her voice. Sheâs not supposed to, she will get into trouble. Why should you care?
âThe professors right. I should feel the pain. I should know what it feels like to lose my marks.â You say, you want to touch the broken skin. The marks where all you had left from them, you thought even if they were going to be far away you would always have the marks.Â
Now theyâre gone. Thereâs nothing left.Â
You choke on the sob in your throat. You look over at Mandy, sheâs stood with another injection in her hand.Â
âItâs just morphine. 5 milligrams, to take the edge off while you heal.âÂ
âJust-â You compose yourself pulling your grown up over your shoulders. âJust leave me alone.âÂ
She doesnât say anything, she just leaves the injection on the table and leaves the room.Â
Simon called for Piper after the screaming had died down. No one else seems to be too affected by it, Piper shouldn't care theyâre doing this to get you back. No matter how much he suffers itâs all to get you back. Hale would torture betaâs sometimes, she never heard them scream though.Â
Simon is standing outside the room leaning up on the wall. Kyle must still be inside. Thereâs an aura around Simon she canât explain, itâs nothing like sheâs ever seen before. Itâs almost like heâs not a person, maybe Ghost is a fitting name for him right now.Â
Thereâs no kindness in his eyes, thereâs just focus, him hiding his scent isnât helping put her at ease but maybe that's the point.Â
âHe passed out twice.â he says, he keeps his voice level but Piper can hear the strain in it, itâs been a long few hours. âNeed to know if we can keep going, or if he needs a rest.âÂ
Piper nods, swallowing the lump rising in her throat and turning to the door. She can still smell the foul scent of dead beta in the air, there is still a stain on the wooden floor. She lets out a breath and walks into the room.Â
Itâs dark, theyâve covered the window, heâs tied to one of the dining room chairs. He barely raises his head as Piper walks in. She didnât bother patching up his superficial wounds just cleaned them. She was more worried about the stab wound in his chest. Luckly it missed anything important, it was only a shallow wound. Itâll be healed in a few weeks if heâs lucky.Â
Kyle turns looking over at her. Piper is the most shocked by how heâs changed. Heâs gone from open and welcoming, kind and caring to something hard and unusual. He even smells different, he carries himself like Ghost too.
Hard and uncaring.Â
Piper pushes it to the back of her mind, sheâs here to do a job and she's going to do it. She puts her bag down on the bed and unzips it and pulls out her stethoscope. Kyle moves closer to her and she looks up at him, she can see blood on his arms, his face. Itâs not his though.Â
Piper walks over to the person in the chair, his head is slumped forward and she can hear him breathing, that's something at least. She should just tell them to take a break anyway but they want to continue. Piper knows a little bit about the psychology behind torture but itâs not exactly somthing she thinks about.Â
Maybe it makes them feel better, if they keep hurting him even if he keeps his mouth shut. It makes them feel like theyâre doing something to get you back. Piper pulls a glove on and picks his chin up, he barely blinks up at her. She sighs and looks over at Kyle, she wants to tell him this doesnât look good but sheâll wait until sheâs finished.Â
She puts the stethoscope in her ears and starts with the back of his chest since heâs slumped forward. She can hear his heart beating rapidly, theyâve been at this for hours. He may be a beta but heâs still human, at least his lungs sound clear.
Kyle shifts his weight and the man in the chair reacts, he tries to pull his head up. She wants to reassure him, tell him not to move but sheâs not sure if she should be talking to him. Instead she feels around his neck and up the back of his head, itâs a little swollen but heâs alive and breathing.Â
âAre you a doctor?â He groans, lifting his head up. Piperâs eyes flick up at Kyle, itâs almost like she needs permission from him. He doesnât say anything. She blows out the nerves and pulls a pen light out her pocket.
She pulls his head up and decides to keep her mouth shut. This man was involved with the people who kidnapped you, heâs not a friend he doesnât deserve her comfort.Â
âYour hands are cold.â He slurs as she shines the light in his eyes. âMy brotherâs a doctor. His hands are always cold.âÂ
Piper walks back over to her bag and puts everything in. She looks up at Kyle, his eyes are digging into the man. No one knows his name or maybe they so know. Piper doesnât want to know, the more he becomes a person to her the harder it will be to hate him.Â
That's how she did it in the bunker, with all the people she hurt whether she wanted to or not. The betas and alphas she let get hurt, that she killed. It was all for the progress of the formula. She picks her bag up and heads for the door, she can hear Kyle following after her.Â
Sheâs not a good person. She reminds herself as she steps outside.Â
âHeâs okay. Well not okay but he can take more.â She says.Â
âHow much more?â Ghost asks. She looks up at him, she can see the hardness in his eyes. If it was up to him he would keep going until he would break or be dead.Â
âUntil you get what you want.â She says, his eyes dilate, his scent fills the space. She hears the door open as Kyle goes back into the room.Â
Piper turns to the stairs but Ghost grabs her arm. She freezes in place.Â
âWeâll get her back, even if he doesnât give us the intel we need weâll find her.â He says. Now he sounds more like Simon.Â
âDoesnât make it easier.â She says. She should be used to this; sheâs not a good person.Â
âGo get some air.â He says letting go of her arm. She nods and heads down the stairs dropping the bag down on the sofa and heads outside. Piper looks out over the road at the other houses in the cul de sac. Itâs not ever a place Piper thought there would be a safehouse but maybe thats the point.Â
She hears the door open behind her as she takes a long breath of cold morning air. She expects it to be John or Johnny but instead she turns to see Kate.Â
Kate sighs, reaching in her pocket for something and offers her a cigarette.Â
âI donât smoke.â Piper says, wrapping her arms around her chest, itâs cold out even so the air is filled with the sound of crickets. Â
âNeither do I. Or at least that's what my wife thinks.â Kate says lighting the cigarette. Piper shivers, the sounds of screaming can barely be heard outside. That's good, at least they wonât have the neighbours complaining at least.Â
âHow are you feeling?â Kate asks. For once Piper is not sure what to say. Theyâre torturing him so that they can find you, so they can rescue you. It doesnât make it any easier.Â
âI wish I knew where he was.â Piper says. âI wish I could help more.âÂ
âYou are helping.â Kate says, taking a long drag of her cigarette.Â
âHow long does it usually take?â Piper asks, she shivers remembering how blooded his body looked.
âTheyâre good, but heâs a shadow and heâs trained, heâll be able to endure more than most.â Kate explains it like this is common practice. âAnother day maybe.âÂ
âIf he survives that long.â Piper says.Â
âIs he that bad?â Kate asks.Â
âHeâs a beta, he can keep going. His wounds wonât take long to heal, itâs more the stress on his heart Iâm concerned about.â Piper says digging her toe into the dirt.Â
âYou sounded like a proper doctor for a second.â Kate chuckles.Â
âI am a proper doctor. â Piper snaps back at her. She doesn't mean for it to come off so harsh, she turns to apologise.Â
âI mean, I canât imagine you had much use for the hippocratic oath when you were helping Hale. Killing innocent people, torturing the omega.â Kate says, taking another long drag of her cigarette, it stops Piper in her tracks.Â
âYouâre never going to let me live that down.â Piper scoffs.Â
âThe torture and murder of US civilians.â Kate says as a matter of fact. "Probably not."Â
âI never killed anyone.â Piper snaps, everyone who died under Hales was for the betterment of the formula. âBesides youâre CIA.â Piper scoffs.Â
âAnd whatâs that supposed to mean?â Kate asks, turning to look at Piper. Instead of snapping back Piper sighs looking out at sunset. Itâs been almost a whole day since you left, if not over 20 hours by this point.Â
âI never hurt her.âÂ
âI know.â Piper hears the apology in her tone.Â
âIf it wasnât for me the omega would still be down there. She would have never gotten out.â Piper says.Â
âHow did you manage to get out? I thought he killed anyone who tried to escape.â Kate asks.Â
âWhen I was trying to help the omega escape he was too interested in chasing after her and left some random scientist to take care of me. He let me go. Took my ID card covered in some blood and let me walk away.â Piper says and sighs. âI worked with him for 5 years and I couldnât even tell you his name.â Silence falls between them as they look out at the rising sun.Â
âThink there would be any other scientists around who could help?â Kate asks. Piper chuckles.Â
âWould you trust any of them?â She asks.Â
âNo, probably not.â Kate says, blowing out a plumb of smoke. âJohnâs desperate though, heâll never admit it. I can see it on him, he's struggling.âÂ
Piper sighs, she can see it too, she's not sure how longer he'll last like this. âHis omega has been kidnapped by people who only want to do her harm. Iâm surprised he hasnât gone on some unhinged rampage to find her yet.âÂ
âThatâll be the military in him. Heâs the Captain, if he falls apart they all do.â Kate says. Piper looks over at her, sheâs relaxed a little at least. Piper gets it, Kate doesnât like her - she shouldn't, she's not a good person, she reminds herself.Â
âHe liked the bunker, thought the deeper he went underground the harder it would have been for the government to find him.â Piper scoffs. âI guess nature got the last laugh, he could only dig one level down before hitting some kind of rock.â Â
âRock?â Kate asks.Â
âYeah, he carved out enough space for his office and private-âÂ
âHow deep?â Kate asks, there's urgency in her voice. Piper turns fully to look at her and raises an eyebrow.Â
âI donât know, a few hundred meters.â Piper shrugs. She watches as Kate presses her lips together before flicking the rest of her cigarette on the floor and stamping it out. She turns back into the house and Piper follows as Kate walks straight into the dining room.Â
âJohn, what explosives did you use when you blew the bunker?â Kate asks, Johnny looks up at her frowning.Â
âC4 it was all I could get on hand at such short notice.â He says.Â
âWhat is it?â John asks.Â
âCan C4 blow through rock, deep rock a few hundred meters underground?â Kate asks.Â
âWait, Kate. The bunkerâs gone.â Piper says her eyes flicking up to John whoâs crossed his arms.Â
âIf the bunker was laying on top of rock thereâs a chance all we did was cause a cave in.â Johnny says. âI didn't have a lot of time to figure it out. I was pretty much winging it.âÂ
âSo the bunker could still be operational.â Kate says. Piper feels sick, no, it has to be gone. She moves her hand up to press on her stomach. Why didnât they think about this sooner, they should have thought about it sooner.Â
âCan we get ground readings for the area? Then I'll be able to let you know more.â Johnny asks, standing up.Â
âYou can do one better, when Al, Rudy get here, take them and Nikolai and check it out in person.â John says.
âIt could take days- weeks to get the papers you want. If they have them.â Kate says.Â
âThe bunker is just over the border.â Piper says. She feels guilty, they should have checked, they should have known he could go back to the bunker. âI want to go with you.âÂ
âNo.â John says shutting it down almost immediately.Â
âI can help-â
âNo.â John says again this time his voice is laced with authority, he sighs looking over at Johnny.Â
âRound everyone up, we need to have a meeting.â
For some reason it feels strangely grounding, being kneeled by the professor, his hand resting on the back of your neck. Itâs something youâve done before in the past, many times, for many hours. You donât feel tired though, just groggy.Â
The professor lets you have some pain relief while your wounds are healing. All you can feel now is the hot tightening of skin. He leaves them uncovered though, running his fingers over them almost every chance he gets. Each time he touches them you bite down on the inside of your cheek.Â
Now youâre used to the taste of blood in your mouth, at least the skin heals quickly.Â
âHow do you feel?â He asks his hand resting on the base of your skull.Â
âOkay.â You say, the mix of pain relief and drug to relax you has made your head feel stuffy and your muscles relaxed. You sit still for him, letting him touch your neck and shoulder however he wants. You try to imagine itâs John, or any of your pack but it doesnât help it feels wrong.Â
They would never touch you the way he is touching you, they would never force you to have your skin carved up and drug you so you canât fight them.Â
âGood, I want you to feel safe here. You are safe here.â He says squeezing the base of your skull before his hand travels down to the bottom of your neck. You let out a breath for him shifting your weight onto your other leg.Â
You hear a knock on the glass door.Â
âCome in.â He calls. You look over the desk to see Mandy come in.Â
âMaybe we could talk in private, Professor?â She asks. She seems nervous again, sheâs nothing like Piper, Piper was never nervous when talking to the professor. You donât know if that's a good thing or not.Â
âWe can talk here.â He says, his hand tightening on the back of your neck. Mandy looks unsure, her eyes are darting between you and the professor.Â
âI donât think forcing her heat is a good idea.â Mandy says. A pit forms in your stomach, you remember theyâve taken your birth control out. He still wants a pure-bread omega, he still wants to use you as an incubator.Â
âWhy is that?â The professor asks, his fingers dig into the base of your skull. It makes your head spin, his fingers are edging over your scent glands. It wouldnât even take much pressure for him to subdue you.Â
âShe has a pack now, sheâs still bonded to them. If you try to be with her she will be aggressive towards you.â Mandy explains. Good, maybe youâll kill him and this will all be over.Â
âI wouldnât worry about that. I have certainâŠprecautions in place.â He says. You have no idea what that means but it canât be good. Maybe heâll strap you down and you wonât be able to move, you wonât be able to do anything when youâre in heat.Â
âI also have some concerns regarding the x-rays I took.â She says gripping the folder in her hand. They took x-rays? You donât remember that, it must have been while you were scuffed. The professor hums, his hand leaves your neck so he can take the folder out of her hand.Â
You could get up and run. Youâd only make it to the lift though. The he would lock the doors and punish you, or maybe he wouldnât. He seems different, almost gentle.Â
âI donât see anything that is beyond your capabilities.â He says putting the scans back in the folder.Â
âOf course, Professor but-âÂ
âBut what? You have a whole team working with you, medical staff, scientists. Figure it out and donât bother me again.â He says, there's anger in his voice, his hand lands back on the back of your neck. He strokes his hand down to your shoulder and up to your cheek.Â
âYouâre upsetting my omega.â He says, his voice suddenly filled with concern. You flare your nostrils, all you can smell is the bitter scent of your fear. You quickly try to mask it and look down at your knees.Â
âOf course, sorry.â You hear Mandy say, you hear the door open and shut and the ding of the lift. He lets out a sigh getting up off his chair. You sit there as still as possible waiting for him to come back. You hear him pouring himself a drink, you can smell the alcohol.Â
âCome.â He orders. You look over at him walking over to the sofa. You get up and walk over to him, your legs are numb and for a moment you feel like youâre going to trip. Maybe you could fall on the marble coffee table and knock yourself out.Â
You look up at the professor, his arm resting around the back of the sofa, the disgusting leather sofa that reminds you of sex. You sit down next to him, his hand comes to your chin pulling it to look up at him. You blink hoping he wonât kiss you as his eyes scan your face.Â
âYou look so much prettier when youâre not crying all the time.â He says before leaning in for a kiss. You let him do what he wants with your mouth, not giving him anything back, only moving your tongue when you need to. You hold back the tears, you canât even imagine itâs someone else, you donât want to imagine itâs someone else.Â
When he breaks from the kiss he smiles at you. You give him the faintest smile back, if not to hide the wobble in your bottom lip. You can taste bitter alcohol on your tongue, it stings the open wound on your cheek.Â
âWill you lay on my lap?â He asks. You nod, pulling your legs up on the sofa and lay your head on his lap. His thumb brushes the empty spot on the back of your neck. His scent is overwhelming.Â
You think back to your first time with John. He wheeled you out of the hospital room to the fresh air. It was an open field, surrounded by a wall but it was real grass, a real sky. The breeze was real, the rain was real, the smell. The smell of the fresh rain hitting the fresh dirt.Â
The ground after rain and the warm sun. That is how you will always remember your alphas.Â
John and Simon, they are your alphas, your pack.Â
âYouâre going to be my omega tomorrow. As soon as your wounds are healed.â He says, his thumb brushes over the back of your neck. He relaxes further into the sofa as you project your scent for him, like youâre supposed to. Just like the good omega youâre supposed to be.Â
âWould you like that?â He asks. You freeze. Thereâs only one answer he wants to hear.Â
âYes.â Itâs all you can manage, barely audible. Tears roll down your face as you say it.Â
Youâve betrayed your pack, they donât deserve you. Maybe it would be easier for everyone if you break the bond. Then you remember their faces, each one of them one by one. The people you love, the people you thought you would spend the rest of your life with.Â
âGood.â He says, his hand brushing over your head. âMy perfect omega, Iâm so glad youâre home.âÂ
Maybe heâs right, maybe no matter how many times you try to run youâll always come back here -back home.

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Cross My Heart
Chapter 4 - Welcome To The War
Summary: poly141 x reader. Enemies to lovers. WC: 5.3k Original abridged version HERE
CW: description of wounds, war, mentions of weapons and bombs, death, explosion, implied torture.
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You wake and youâre in pain. The room youâre in is dark, apart from a light on the bedside table. Youâre in a bed though, a proper bed. You feel down by your side, there's a bandage there now. If you press hard enough you can feel stitches. Somones patched you up, youâre not sure where you are, there are no windows in the small room.
You swing your legs out of bed. You can hear voices, the door to the room is cracked open. You get up gritting your teeth through the pain, you press your hand to your side leaving the room to follow the sounds of the voices. Each step sends shooting pains up your side, youâre hobbling down the corridor to a room at the end, that's where the voices are coming from.Â
âGoing west is suicide, we should be pushing north. Cut off Konniâs troops before they make ground.â Itâs a female voice.
âNow that sounds like suicide.â A male voice you donât recognise replies.Â
âHeâs right youâre outnumbered. We should let them fight, slip in and take out Makarov from the inside out.â That's Priceâs voice. You push open the door, everyone in the room turns to look at you. Soap is the first to move, or maybe you should call him Johnny now. He doesnât even know your name, or maybe he does.Â
âYou look like shit.â He says resting his hand on your shoulder. Your stomach drops. That was the first thing Caleb said to you. You look past him into the room, there's a table in the middle with a map. You look up at the other people standing around staring at you. You can see Ghost and Gaz, then there's Alex, one of his arms in a sling with bandages around his face.Â
The woman must be Farah, youâve never seen her in person before, only seen her photo on the news or wanted posters. She looks different in person, older, taller.
âDid you find anything important?â You ask, pointing at the laptop. Soap moves to the side letting you step in. You try to hide the limp but the pain makes you scrunch your face.Â
âYeah, whoever's computer you stuck it in had way more than we hoped.â Price says. You walk over to the table looking at the map. You can tell what's safehouses, the rest youâre not sure, theyâre marked as points of interest. Thereâs a dotted line circling an area with a question mark next to it.
âIvan, he was my handler, pretty much ran the base on the border.â You say. And all it cost you was a kiss.Â
âItâs a listening post, Konni.â You point inside the circle on the map. âHere, Al Qatala safehouse.â You look round the table.Â
âWhat about here?â Farah asks, pulling another map over. You move, wincing as you do, pulling the map over to orient yourself.
âAl-Qatala base, it was a farm. Konni helped Al-Qatala take it over. They mostly use it for weapons storage. Itâs probably their biggest base.âÂ
âHow do you know? I thought you didnât listen to what they said.â Ghost asks, his arms crossed.Â
âTheyâre all along smuggling routes, easy waypoints to stop off if needed.â You explain pulling the maps round. A pain shoots up your side, you wobble bracing yourself on the table. Someone's hands end up round your waist, you donât care who it is, you're secretly happy for the support.Â
âIâm okay.â You say when you regain your balance. The hand leaves your waist and lands on the small of your back.
âYou should rest, We can talk about this later.â Farah says. You look up at her, you didnât expect her to care. You look over at Alex, he smiles at you.Â
âI want to help.â You say turning to look at Price. âYou said pick a side. Iâm picking.â His eyes are digging into you, you lean on the table taking the weight off your side.Â
âYou did good work for the ULF. Weâre in your debt.â Farah says. You laugh, theyâre not in your debt, they donât owe you anything other than maybe your parents lives.Â
âWith respect, Farah. Iâm not picking the ULF-â You gesture to Price â-Iâll stick with them. The ULF patched me up, you have intel, you have Alex, weâre even. Iâll stick with you, 141, as long as your interests align then I'll help the ULF, if that changes Iâm gone.â
Price is smiling at you with his arms crossed. He looks back at Ghost for a second then back to you, you have no idea what heâs thinking or if heâll even accept your help, or want it. Your head is pounding now. You have no idea how he managed to keep a straight face with a bullet in his side.
âThinking about a life in the military?â Price asks. You chuckle, gripping the table making your knuckles go white. Maybe you do need to lay down. You have no idea how long itâs been, they clearly have no morphine or you would have hoped they would have given you some. Â
âIn your dreams.â You lurch forward gripping your side. Pain shoots through your leg. You canât hold your weight anymore and you fall back against Soap behind you. Christ, you should have stayed in bed. Black spots flash across your vision and adrenaline pulses through you. You use it to stand yourself up with his help.Â
âTake her back to bed.â You hear Price say. More arms come round you, you look up and see Gaz. You didnât expect him to help but you donât care you wrap your arm round him and they both help you walk out the room.Â
You want to help, you donât want to be laid down in bed. You could use a nap though, you feel so tired. Youâre not sure how long itâs been if itâs the same day or a new day.
âWhere are we? Not another safehouse I hope.â You say trying to lighten the mood.Â
âOne of the ULF bases outside of Sakhra.â Soap says. Great, you roll your eyes hoping they canât see. At least youâre away from the border.Â
âHas Makarov made it to the base yet?â You ask as they help you get back in the bed.Â
âDonât know. Donât worry about that now though. Get some rest then weâll talk.â You sigh laying back in the bed pulling the blanket over your legs.
âWhose room is this?â you ask spotting the open duffle bag on the floor.
âPrice, he wanted you to be somewhere comfortable.â Soap says, you frown at him. Â
âWhy?â No one says anything.
âSorry about the way I acted before. In the safehouse.â Gaz says, you look up at him. You havenât seen him without a hat till now.
âItâs okay, I get it. No hard feelings?â You ask, meeting his eyeline.Â
âWater under the bridge.â He says, extending his hand out. You reach over and shake it.
âLook at you making friends already.â Soap says, slapping him on his back. Gaz shakes his head then leaves.Â
âIâm sorry about your friend by the way.â Soap says leaning in closer. You sigh looking up at the ceiling.Â
âI didnât want him to get hurt. If I thought he was going to help-â You choke on the words. You donât get to mourn for him. âGuess it's for the best right? No strings attached.â He lets out a sigh.Â
âWhat about the other guy? Ivar?âÂ
âIvan? What about him?â You shrug. âIt was business, nothing else.âÂ
âYou really should get some rest.â He says turning to head for the door. You nod at him leaning back in the bed and looking up at the ceiling.Â
âŠ
When you wake, Ghost is in a chair by your bed. His eyes are closed, his head tipped forward. Youâre not sure what to do, you didnât expect to wake up with anyone by your side let alone Ghost of all people. You donât want to wake him, youâre just frozen in bed watching his breathing.Â
You have to turn to take the weight off your side. The creaking of the bed makes him jump up. He straightens up, turning to look at you. You feel bad, you almost want to apologise.Â
âHow are you feeling?â He asks.Â
âGood. I think. Did Price get checked out?â You ask, sitting up in bed, you remember you completely forgot to ask.
âYeah, he did.â You donât know what to say now. Youâre feeling a lot better, the pain is better, maybe theyâve been giving you something.Â
âYouâve been asleep for over 24 hours. Price was starting to worry.â He says suddenly.
âJust Price?â You ask, raising an eyebrow.Â
âSoap too. But he worries about the weather.â He says getting up. You scoff, he stands up heading for the door.
âThink you can stand? Price said to bring you as soon as you woke.â He opens the door. Something blooms inside you, something you havenât felt in years. Do they care about you? These strangers who wouldn't have hesitated to put a bullet in your head a few days ago? Now theyâre sitting by your bedside and worrying about you?Â
You swing your legs out the bed and pull your shoes on, trying to hide the heat rising in your cheeks. Your side hurts but not as much, more like a dull throb rather than the sharp hot feeling you had before. He hands you a jacket and you put it on, zipping it up. You realise your clothes have been changed too, the old ones had been bloodied.Â
You walk through the hall and out into the sunlight. Itâs bright. You have to bring your hand up to shield it from the sun. The place is busy, surrounded by high walls with armed guards walking around. Some people look over and stare but you think itâs more for Ghost and his mask than you. The compound is bigger than you thought, there are some people working on what you assume are stolen military trucks.Â
Youâre not out for long before youâre taken into a small building, Ghost knocks on a door and you hear Price shout. You walk in to see him leaned over a table, the only light in the room coming from a small window and a lamp. The room looks dark and ominous, the walls decorated with maps, photos, and other various things. So this is where theyâll decide your fate.Â
âHey, how are you feeling?â He asks, standing up straight.Â
âFine.â You say hearing Ghost close the door behind him, for some reason that kicks in your fight or flight.Â
âWhat are you looking at?â You ask, swallowing the nerves and pointing at the papers on the table. You think you recognise them.Â
âFirst things first.â You hear a chair scrape behind you. âSit.âÂ
You sit down as Price walks over to you.Â
âYou did well getting intel, the plans-â he gestures back to the table. â-missile guidance system Makarov stole from the Russians. Farahâs been trying to get her hands on them for months.â Youâre not sure what youâre supposed to say so you nod and keep listening.Â
âI didnât expect it to get so loud while you were getting Alex out though.âÂ
âWell I was kind of winging it.â You admit looking down.Â
âItâs good though. Worked to our advantage anyway.â He reaches over, picking up a laptop and turning it to face you. âThis was sent to Shadow Company from Konni.â Itâs a picture of you, and a bounty. Wanted alive, that's good at least.Â
âShadow Company?â You ask looking up at Price.Â
âAmericans, donât worry about them.â You frown. What are Americans doing communicating with Konni? âThe point is they donât think this is ULF related. They think youâre just an opportunist who was paid to get Alex out. They havenât traced it back to us.âÂ
âHow long do you think that will last though?â
âNot sure but right now weâll use whatever advantage we have. Konni were going to get intel out of Alex, but now they canât.â
âI bet Makarov is pissed.â You say scoffing.
âTheyâre not going to move without having solid intel on the ULF.âÂ
âWhy?âÂ
âThey think theyâre outnumbered.âÂ
âSurely not? Konni is massive, Makarov basically has Russia's defence in his back pocket.âÂ
âUsing Russian defences would be an act of war.â Ghost says. He walks round into your field of view. You look between them.
âWhy are you telling me all this?â You ask. Maybe they donât want your help and they just want to rinse you for intel.
âIf youâre going to help us, you need to know where we stand. What the plan is.â Price says.Â
âWhat is the plan?â Price smiles looking at Ghost then back at you.Â
âWeâre going to kill Makarov.â Price says. You laugh, an honest to God laugh. You canât believe it, maybe itâs the adrenaline or maybe itâs just the fact that they clearly have no idea what Makarov is up to.
âI still think youâre crazy going after Makarov.â You say crossing your arms. âWhy do you want him so bad?â Â
âHeâs a terrorist.â Price says like thatâs supposed to explain everything.Â
âThe ULF and Al-Qatala are terrorists, according to your country.â Price nods and moves back to the table.Â
âWeâre not concerned about Al-Qatala, the ULF want the same goals as us.âÂ
âIs that why the Americans are working with Farah?âÂ
âTheyâre not.â Ghost says. âNot anymore.âÂ
âI assume you had something to do with the death of The Wolf?â You ask, raising an eyebrow. Price nods.
âI remember it happening. Konni helped sneak The Butcher and Khaled out.âÂ
âThe Butcher? Jamal?â Price asks then looks at Ghost. The energy in the room changes.Â
âWhat?â You ask, you donât think youâre going to like the answer.Â
âWe thought he was dead.â Ghost says. Price braces himself on the table. That news seems to have put a wrench in whatever plan they had. At least they know now they know heâs alive before-
âHold on.â You stand up out of the chair.
âHeâs going to be at the meeting with Ivan and Makarov. He was supposed to torture Alex. Heâs already on his way to the base.â
âMakarovâs already changed his plans.â Price says.
âYeah but there's a chance The Butcher hasnât, he could still be heading there. You take the whole building out. That's one hell of a blow to Konni, take out one of their strongest posts as well as Ivan who basically controls that whole region.â You look round at them with wide eyes and hands in the air like youâve just come up with the best plan in the world.Â
âThatâs where Makarov was going to launch his attack from, itâs the only place they have on the border.â Theyâre just looking at each other, not saying a word. You look down at the plans on the table. Thereâs handwriting on one of the pieces of paper. It grabs your attention and you pull it out.Â
Itâs a diagram of missiles, they look new though. Konni doesnât have new missiles, theyâre still using cold war stuff. Then you remember what that man said in the room âhe's planning a nice surprise for the ULF.â You pull the paper towards you, turning it over.Â
âItâs not been translated yet.â Ghost says. You ignore him, you recognise the handwriting itâs Ivanâs for sure.Â
âHeâs buying missiles off Al-Qatala.â You say looking up at them.Â
âNo. Because then-â Price doesnât finish his thought, his eyes flicking up to Ghost.Â
âHe would have American missiles.â Ghost says.Â
Fuck.
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Farah didnât take it so well that Jamal was still alive. Alex went white as a sheet when he heard about the torture part. Soap seemed to be the only one perked up looking over the shitty floor plan of the compound you drew for him from memory.Â
âIf we take this place out weâll halt them in their tracks. They wonât have the missiles, the building will be gone and Jamal will be dead.âÂ
âBusy day.â Alex says.Â
âHow sure are we that Jamal is moving the missiles there, and not to some other place? Especially now you got Alex out.â Farah asks. Gaz turns a laptop around.Â
âSpotted on the Russian border a few hours ago.â Gaz says, you lean over to look. Itâs pictures of a convoy, big trucks going through the border.Â
âWe are still waiting for the satellite but itâs the best we have for now.â Price says.Â
âOkay, we can be ready to leave within the hour.â Farah says. You raise an eyebrow at her, you applaud her tenacity at least. She doesnât seem to have as many people as you thought, she definitely doesn't have the thousands Konni estimated she has.Â
âNo. ULF has to stay here.â Price says, Farah opens her mouth to protest Price raises his hand stopping her. âItâs across the border, you canât get involved. Itâll just be us.âÂ
âIf itâs true that Jamal is alive, Al-Qatala could regroup. This could change the outcome of this war.â Farah says. "We can't let them get their strength back. We went to too much effort to get Hadir."
"Farah's right, if Al-Qatala are being helped by Konni theres no telling what they could do." Alex says, it'ss the first thing you think hes said since Price broke the news to them.
âWeâll get him.â Price says. "Right now we need to deal with this mess on the border and find out where these shipments are going. If Al-Qatala and Konni are using American missiles you know the blame will land on the ULF."
No one says anthing, a silence falls over the room. Farah sighs leaning forward and brasing herself on the table looking at the misslie plans. It's almost like you can see her already planning, the way her eyes dart around the table. She's definitely not what you imagined, you should give her more credit.
âWhat do you need?â She asks.Â
âA car, explosives. Weâll be back before the morning.â Price says. She sighs standing back up and ordering someone around in arabic. Price moves with Ghost and they head out the room. You chase after them pushing past them and stopping in front of Price.Â
âI want to come.â You say, he stops raising an eyebrow at you.
âYou got stabbed-â
âYou got shot.â you interrupt him
â-Less than 48 hours ago.â He finishes.
âI know my way around that compound. I can get you in and out without being spotted.â You say holding your ground.
âJust tell us where to go and we'll figure it out.â Gaz says, you shoot an angry look at him.
âI know that place like the back of my hand. I can get you through anywhere you need to go. I know where everything is. I know how to disable their systems, where all the gear is stored, where to avoid.â You feel like youâre pleading with him. They need you, thereâs no way youâre going to sit around and not be involved with this. Besides you owe Caleb.Â
âCan you shoot?â Price asks. You smile and nod.Â
âGo with Soap, Farah has gear lying around heâll help you with what you need.â He sighs, you look at Ghost and Gaz. You have no idea what Ghost is thinking, not with his mask. Gaz just has an eyebrow raised watching you.
âThank you. I wonât let you down.â You say and rush past him to join Soap.
âYou look cute when you get flustered.â Soap says his hand landing on the top of your back and leading you out the building.Â
âShut up.â You say elbowing him maybe a little too hard, hanging your head feeling heat rush to your cheeks.Â
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The gear you found was a little too big for you, the assault rifle in your hands feels foreign. You have shot a gun before, but they donât need to know how long ago it was. You donât have time to worry about it though, as soon as you were finished with Soap you all piled into what looked like an old army 4X4.Â
The drive took over 2 hours. Price parked the truck behind a different tree line and you all walked in silence to the back of the compound. There is only one way in the compound officially, but thereâs a basement back from the cold war era.Â
âItâs used for storage, most people think itâs sealed off but Iâve used it before, when things needed sneaking out without the rest of the base knowing.â You explain as you sit in the tree line with them watching the base. You canât tell if there are more or less people around. Its evening and the sun is almost set, Price said the darkness will give them the cover you need.Â
As soon as outdoor light starts coming on you move. They're quieter than you, more sure on their feet quick and silent as you cross the open grass to make it to the building. You silently point them over to what looks like a drain cover about a hundred meters from the base.Â
They pull it off to reveal an iron ladder built into the wall itself. Ghost goes down first, then Soap, you and Gaz follow after leaving Price to go last. You walk down the tight hall which you were told once used to be part of an old storm drain system. Eventually it leads out into the main room. Crates and boxes are piled everywhere, some as old as the cold war.Â
âThat door leads into the kitchens. Itâll be closed by now. It's the best way in.â You say pointing at the door up some steps.Â
If you thought Caleb was going to help you, you would have taken this route to get Alex out, maybe then he wouldnât have died. All the guards you killed would have been alive.
âGaz, Soap, start setting up the charges, weâll clear the building.â Price says. They nod and split off in a different direction.
âGhost take point.â Price says, Ghost pushes past you. You assume that means heâs supposed to lead. Good, youâre still not sure how comfortable you are with killing in cold blood. Most of the people working here are innocent, at least theyâre just working here for a better life for their families, children. Theyâre not all in as deep as you or Ivan.
You make it into the kitchen and as suspected it's deserted at this time of day. It doesnât feel right though, itâs almost too quiet. Thereâs movement, everyone's head snaps in that direction. A woman walks round the corner in a world of her own. Lights flick on when she looks up she freezes dropping whatever was in her hands.
Price and Ghost start shouting which just seems to confuse her even more as she slowly raises her hands.
âWhere is everyone?â You ask in Russian. Her head snaps to you, her mouth opens but words donât come out. You donât have time for this, you lower your weapon. âWe wonât hurt you, just tell us whatâs going on.âÂ
âWhen Makarov arrived there was a lot of shouting. I don't know what happened. They didnât stay long before he left.â You can see tears coming down her face.Â
âWhatâs she saying?â Price asks. You almost want to shush him.
âWhere were they going? Was The Butcher with them?â You ask.
âI donât know. I only saw Makarov. They left a few hours ago.â She says with a sob.Â
âOkay, where is everyone? Is Ivan here?âÂ
âHe sent everyone home. Ivan is upstairs.âÂ
âMakarov was here but he left a few hours ago. Ivan is upstairs.â You explain to Price. He nods at Ghost who drops his weapon and goes over to the woman. Youâre not sure what's happening, you just hope they donât hurt her, you look round the rest of the room. You hear zip ties looking back over to see Ghost pushing her into a store room.
âLetâs go.â Price says. You follow them as they clear the rooms. Even the âprisonâ wing is empty. Before you know it youâre heading up the stairs. The only people being left alive are the guards on the gate entrance. You wonder why they left the woman in the kitchen, maybe she can get away before sheâs buried in the building when it goes down.
Itâs dark upstairs, the only light coming from the conference room at the end. Youâre moving slow, your heart hammering in your chest. You watch as Ghost and price check the rooms almost in sync before moving on. Youâre at the back this time. That you donât mind.Â
Suddenly you hear movement behind you, before you have chance to react an arm locks around your neck. A yelp leaves your mouth loud enough to signal Price and Ghost who turn around. You feel the barrel of a gun pressing against your temple. Your hands fly up to his arm to try and pull it off but he pulls you backwards into a room.
His arm is around your neck squeezing just enough that you canât get a breath of air. He pulls your body up, you feel a stabbing sensation in your side. You hope you haven't torn stiches. Weapons are trained on you both.
âFuck me! 141 youâre taking the piss right?â He says in Russian. It's Ivan.
âMakarovâs looking for you.â He says to them in English.Â
âGood, we happen to be looking for him too.â Price responds. He takes a step closer and Ivan tightens his grip. You drop one of your hands, you have a knife on your hip. You donât know if John can tell where your hand is going, you just hope he doesnât give you away.Â
âHow much are they paying you huh? Fucking traitorous bitch.â He spits in your ear, your fingers brush over the hilt of the knife. His grip is cutting off your oxygen, not that you could breathe right not anyway.Â
âWhereâs Makarov?â Price asks.
âHa! Like I would tell you!â He shouts, jolting you. You use it as an opportunity to pull the knife up over the safety clip. You shift your hand ever so slightly so you can hold it more secure.Â
âI thought you didnât like him? What did Jamal steal your promotion?â You say through gasps of air.Â
âAt least I know where my loyalties lie.â He growls in your ear. You smile, that pissed him off. Before you can think too much about it you twist your wrist driving the knife into his thigh.Â
His arms let you go immediately, you throw your body forward. Shots are fired, you can smell blood and gunpowder in the air. Someone grabs your vest pulling you up and out the way. You regain your balance standing up, Ghost holds the top of your arms as Price rushes into the room.Â
"You good?" He asks, you nod.
You hear moaning. Holy shit heâs not dead. You turn to see Price hauling him to his feet, throwing him into a chair. Ghost pushes past you into the room. You follow him slowly watching as Ivan holds his hand on his shoulder.Â
âWhere are they?â Price asks again. You go over to the computer. He hasnât changed his login and before you know it youâre in. Youâre only half listening to Price and Ghost trying to get info out of him. There's the sound of skin hitting skin, the sound of his groans.Â
He wonât talk. Thatâs not your job though. Your job is to find out what you can from the computer, maybe that will tell you where Jamal and Makarov are. You see a mail from a burner address, you recognise the program, itâs the one they use for secure communications.Â
âTheyâre heading to Volgograd.â You say reading the email.Â
âWhat's there?â You hear Ghost ask, you turn to see if theyâre talking to you.Â
âI donât know.â You say going back to the email.Â
âCharges are set Cap.â You hear Soap say over the radio. Now you donât have long, you need to leave. A gunshot makes you jump. You turn to catch the end of Ivanâs body falling to the floor. You swallow hard looking back at the computer and opening a new program you donât recognise. Â
âOh shit!â You say watching the countdown tick away. âPrice!â They both come over and you stand up so they can see.Â
âThis is the missile program.â You explain, thereâs markings on the map and a countdown. 15 minutes.Â
âDo you recognise any of the targets?â Ghost asks. You reach over clicking on the map, it zooms in and pops up coordinates. You have no idea what to do with that. The map itâs using is old and black and white, youâre trying to make out points of interest.Â
âThatâs where theyâre being fired from.â You say pointing at the screen. âThere being fired from within Urzikstan.âÂ
âSo what came over the border?â Ghost asks.
âThose missiles didnât look long range, how far is their first target?â You zoom out, moving over to the first target. Youâre squinting at the map, itâs almost like there's a straight line of targets across the land.Â
â80 kilometers.â
âHeâs making a new border.â Ghost says moving away from the computer.Â
âWe need to leave.â Price says.Â
âWait, some of these targets have innocent people living in them.â You say finally recognising some of the locations. Price sighs standing back up.
âNothing we can do.â He says walking away.Â
âWe can stop it!â You shout, turning back to type on the computer. He grabs your shoulder, turning you away.
âWe canât. Then Makarov will know weâre onto him. We can't let him know, as long as he is using this we have an advantage over him.â Heâs gripping your shoulders. You let out a frustrated huff.Â
âInnocent people will die.â You say. He lets go of your shoulders and walks over to the door.Â
âInnocent people always die. Welcome to the war.â He says and walks out the room. You look over at Ghost, you still donât know what heâs thinking, he waits a few seconds watching you then leaves the room.Â
You look back at the computer, thereâs only 5 minutes left on the countdown. You donât even know how to stop it really, you were just hoping you could figure it out. You can hear Price talking in your ear, but youâre not really listening. You look over at Ivanâs body on the floor. You walk over and kick his arm with your foot.
Thereâs blood pooling out his head. Maybe it would have been more satisfying if you had killed him, maybe not. Youâll never know, heâs dead now.Â
âCome on! Let's go.â Ghost shouts at you from the doorway. You nod following him out taking one last look at the computer, only 3 minutes left.Â
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You leave the building out the front gate, catching up with Soap and Gaz on the way. Itâs bitter sweet. Ivanâs dead the base will be destroyed but now you have no idea what has been coming over the border. Makarov and Jamal got away and managed to get their missiles off.
They're trying to move Russia's borders but that has to be an act of war against Urzikstan, right? But if they're using American missiles they can blame the ULF, but then why would people belive the ULF is trying to lose land?
âWhat do we do now?â You ask as you make your way back to the car. No one says anything. Maybe youâre not allowed answers anymore. You look over at Soap walking next to you, he smiles. The sound of the charges going off back at the base rumbles through the ground. You hope that woman in the kitchen got out, you doubt it though.Â
Innocent people would be getting hurt right now. You wish you could have helped, even if just a little. The ULF came to your villages aid when Al-Qatala attacked, you hope they're out there helping now.
Suddenly everyone stops, you almost bump into the back of Ghost. You look past him you can see the car a few meters ahead of you.Â
âWhat?â Gaz asks.Â
âShh!â Price snaps. You feel a pit form in your stomach. You and Soap look around, it's dark out you look up, the moon is bright in the sky. You donât hear anything at first, then Price takes another step forward. Youâre trying really hard to listen, then you hear a faint beeping. You look up at Soap, heâs frowning, he takes a step opening his mouth when the car explodes.

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Obsessed with cross my heart, love your brain
Thank you, you're too kind đ„č
I love it too, in so excited to get to the next part of the story. Have so many great things planned đ
#chemical bombs? sex pollen confirmed??#no but really im so excited to finish this project off#moody replies
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With poly 141, it's almost always the boys x reader, John x Gaz, John x ghost, ghost x Johnny & Johnny x Gaz.
But it's never Gaz x ghost & John x Johnny
So I was wondering if you would write those two ships and ofcourse x reader
Maybe some smut?
Thank you and love you!â€ïžđ„°
I SEE ALL THE MESSAGES IN MY INBOX. I am working on getting through them, I can only write so much smut at once. Please bear with me. I do see them and I am working on them, some are just easier to get through than others.Â
Thank you for coming to my TED talk.Â
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I agree, I wish there was more gaz x ghost & John x Johnny. Here is my little addition to those tags. I also left out x reader (sorry) I wanted to keep it short and sweet but like most of my asks, Iâll probably circle back around to this.Â
Its Gaz x Ghost and Soap x Price but still poly141 (more so with the Gaz x Ghost part because I have no âšself control âš)
Anyway thank you and I hope you enjoy this â€ïž
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Gaz x Ghost
Ghost misunderstands Johnny (typical). Gaz helps out.
CW: Blowjob, handjob, orgasm denial.Â
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Kyle walks into the rec room, he spots Simon stood looking out the window over the training field. He heard the argument, the whole bloody base heard the argument. Simon almost never raises his voice at Johnny, but Johnny can never keep his mouth shut.Â
âYou good Lt?â Kyle calls, slowly walking over to him.Â
Simon doesnât move. âAll good.âÂ
Kyle scoffs, heâs not good, far from it. Kyle can see how tense he is, his arms crossed, his eyes focused on Soap still training out in the field.Â
âWell, if you want to chat about it, or not.â Kyle starts, Simon turns to look at him. Gaz shrugs and heads towards his bedroom.
He leaves the door open. An open invitation for Simon to take. Kyle starts to take his jacket off as he hears steps coming towards his room. Kyle smiles, hearing the door close, he turns to see Simon with his hand still on the door handle.Â
Kyle takes a step towards Simon reaching out to run his hand up Simonâs arm, he doesnât stop him so Kyle continues running his other hand up his chest and up to grip the bottom of his mask. He hesitates for a second seeing the tired look in Simonâs eyes.Â
Kyle pulls the bottom of his mask up over his nose and smiles at him. He reaches up to kiss him, when he does he feels Simon relax his hands comes to rest on Kyle's waist. Kyle moans in his mouth chasing Simonâs tongue with his. He reaches down to the front of Simonâs pants.Â
He can feel how hard he is, Johnny always gets him worked up. Simon will never admit it but Kyle can read them both like a book.Â
âYou need to sort things out with Tav.â Kyle says, squeezing Simonâs cock over his pants. Simon sighs and looks away. Kyle grabs his chin with his other hand.Â
âNot like you to let him get under your skin.â Kyle says, unclipping his belt. Simon hums, Kyle watches his face, he can still feel some of the tension, in his shoulders and the way he clenches his jaw.Â
âYou know what heâs like. Heâs just doing it to wind you up.â Kyle says looking down as he fiddles with Simonâs zipper, reaching into his boxers to pull his cock out. Kyle smiles wetting his lips as saliva rushes into his mouth.Â
Kyle takes Simon in his hand pressing his thumb over the tip of his cock. Simon sighs relaxing against the door. Kyle looks up and kisses him pressing Simon up against the door while he thrusts his hand down his cock.Â
âFuck.â Simon moans, breaking from the kiss, his head tips back and his eyes close.
âBet you wish it was him right? Should have taken him into the store room, taught him a lesson.â Kyle teases, squeezing his hand around the base of Simon's cock. âYou know heâd love it, sir.âÂ
âThat mouth of yours Garrik.â Simon says, Kyle chuckles.
âThought you liked this mouth of mine.â Before Simon can reply Kyle drops to his knees and locks his mouth around Simonâs cock. One of his hands immediately lands on the back of Kyle's head forcing him down all the way to the hilt. It makes Kyleâs eyes water but he doesnât mind, pressing his tongue into the underside as he pulls his mouth back to the tip.Â
Simon moans, Kyle looks up quickly to see him, biting his lip, heâs holding back. Maybe he doesnât want John to hear. Kyle remembers the open window in his room, maybe he doesnât want Johnny to hear. Not that he would mind, Johnnyâs probably into that. Most likely got as riled up as Simon did, if not more so.Â
Kyle hums around Simonâs cock feeling it twitch in his mouth. Itâs been a while since Kyleâs been with Simon, a couple of weeks, almost a month maybe. Heâs been so busy with Johnny or working with John, they donât get much alone time. Kyle remembers what Simon likes though, how he likes to have his balls played with, the way he likes to have Kyle bent over something or on his knees looking up at him.Â
Kyleâs own cock twitches in his pants at the thought of Simon having his way with him. Bending him over his bed and fucking him until he sees stars. Maybe thats what Simon wants a nice long fuck. Itâs not what he needs though, he needs to get his head out his ass and make things right with Johnny. Then Simon can make it up to him, maybe with Johnny.Â
âFuck, Gaz.â Simon calls his hand pressing down on Kyle's head making him take longer strokes. Kyle moves one of his hands to cup Simonâs balls which is met with a louder moan. Kyle smiles, he can tell Simonâs close the way his hips have started to rock into Kyleâs mouth.Â
Heâs not going to let Simon come though, heâll save that for Johnny, then heâll owe him too. He listens to Simonâs moaning get louder, his breathing turns to pants, his hand runs down to the back of Kyleâs head. Itâs possessive, Kyle can hear Simon muttering, he almost feels bad.Â
Simonâs hips stop and his hand presses down hard on Kyle's head. Instead of letting him come in his mouth he fights Simonâs hand pulling his mouth off his cock completely.Â
âGarrik, what the fuck?â Simon asks breathlessly, his cock still twitching and swollen in front of Kyle's face. Kyle just chuckles, letting go of his balls and standing back up. Simon looks angry, his cheeks flushed pink. Kyle kisses him rubbing his own hardened cock against Simon.Â
âGo kiss and make up with Tav, then we can finish this off.â Kyle smiles, breaking from the kiss. Simon groans frustrated before pulling his mask down.Â
âYouâre just as bad as him, you know?â He snaps, tucking his cock back in his pants. Kyle smiles looking back out at the open window, he canât see Johnny or anyone anymore. Maybe theyâre back already. Kyle turns back as he hears the door open.Â
âGood luck!â He calls chuckling as Simon tuts leaving the room.
John x Johnny
Johnny hurts himself in training and John feels bad.
CW: descriptions of wounds, handjob, cum eating.Â
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John walks into his office with Johnnyâs most recent medical report. Heâs already sat waiting for him, John called for him to come as soon as he was done in medical.Â
âGot too close to the blast range?â John asks as he goes over to sit on the other side of the desk.Â
âJust miscalculated the radius sâall.â Johnny huffs as John puts the report down. John gets a good look at him, half his face is cut up, some of it bandaged. He hurt his arm too, shrapnel hit his chest and stomach, heâs going to need at least a week to recover.Â
âWere you distracted?â John asks, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow.
âNo, sir. It was just a mistake.â Johnny says. John sighs, he gets up from the desk and walks around to the other side leaning up against it.Â
âYou need to be more careful, I know you know better than this. You could have been seriously injured, you could have died.â John says, resting his hands on his hips, he hopes heâs getting his message across. Johnny stands up, he looks guilty. Now John feels bad, he relaxes his face, heâs not angry. Â
âIâm sorry, it wonât happen again." Johnny says, he looks him in the eyes as he says it. John sighs, resting his hand on Johnnyâs shoulder and pulls him in for a hug.Â
âDidnât know you cared, Cap?â Johnny says resting his head on Johnâs shoulder.Â
âOf course I bloody care. Youâre lucky it was just a training exercise.â John says pushing him away so he can see him, his eyes look up at the bandaged wound on his head.Â
âDoes it hurt?â He asks, brushing his hair out the way with his thumb.
âNot as much as the one on my stomach.â Johnny smiles. John shakes his head and leans in to kiss him. He grips Johnnyâs face with his hands pulling him close. Johnny doesnât need to be told twice pressing his body against johnâs.Â
When John hits the desk he breaks from the kiss running his hands down Johnnyâs body. Johnnyâs been needy as usually already trying to work his hands up Johnâs top. He lets him press their bodies closer together. Before he knows it Johnnyâs already pulling on Johnâs belt.Â
âLet me.â John says, pushing him away slightly and turning around to make room on his desk. He pats the spot he just made.Â
âIâm fine, John.â He says, sighing. John just gestures at the spot again. Johnny relents and unbuckles his own belt and pulls down his pants. John steps closer to him, his hand runs down to the front of his pants. Johnny shudders as Johnâs hand maps out his cock over his boxers. He turns him, forcing him to sit up on the desk.Â
Johnnyâs hand runs through Johnâs hair, Johnny lifts himself up so John can pull his boxers off. Johnny presses a kiss on John's head before leaning back on the desk. John drops his own pants pulling his cock out and steps up between Johnny's legs.
He grips both of them in one massive hand, Johnny wraps one of his arms around John's neck, running his fingers up the back of his head.Â
âChrist,â Johnny breathes, tipping his head back as John pumps both their cocks. Johnâs other hand runs up Johnnyâs shirt feeling the bandage, it wraps all around his side to his back. John tuts and speeds up his hand. It causes Johnnyâs cock to throb against his own.Â
âFuck, youâve got to be careful.â John says moving his hand up Johnnyâs chest, pulling his shirt up so he can see the other wounds from the shrapnel.Â
âJusâ a couple of war wounds.â Johnny says sitting up and pressing his forehead against John. Their hot breaths fill the space as Johnâs hand gets soaked in precome.Â
âDonât count if you get them in training.â John says, his own words becoming more and more breathless as he chases the peak with Johnny. Johnnyâs pulling on Johnâs hair now as he speeds his hand up again, the room becomes filled with their moans, the wet sound of Johnâs hand on their cocks.Â
He should make more time for Johnny, he needs to keep his head straight or he tends to wander. Get himself distracted, or into a spot of trouble, such as miscalculating a blast radius when itâs something he does on a daily basis.Â
Now heâll be out of training for a week John will definitely be able to fit in more time for him. Johnny whimpers and it makes a shiver run up Johnâs spine. He watches his own cock twitch and a slither of precome drips down between them.Â
âJohn, fuck.â Johnny's squirming now. His hand pulling on John's hair, he lets out a low chuckle.Â
âGonna let an old man beat you?â John teases, angling their cocks towards Johnnyâs stomach.Â
âFuck, Cap, please.â Johnny wimpers, John leans over to kiss him, itâs sloppy and too fast but he doesnât care. He presses his tongue deep into Johnnyâs mouth moaning as he pushes them closer to the edge. When Johnny almost bites down on his tongue he pulls away from the kiss.Â
âGo on, come.â Itâs all the permission Johnny needs crying out as he cums, the pulse of Johnnyâs cock sends John over the edge too and before he knows it their lips are locked together again as Johnny kisses him through the orgasm. When John's hand stills they break from the kiss, John picks his hand up covered in a mix of their spend.Â
Johnny is still panting when he reaches down to pick up Johnâs hand and bring it up to his mouth. John watches as he takes each of his fingers in his mouth, licking them clean. By the time heâs done Johnâs cock is throbbing again.Â
âRound 2, Iâll let you bend me over the desk?â Johnny teases pressing his mouth against Johnâs ear.Â
âI have a meeting in 15 minutes.â John says, reaching down to pull his trousers up.Â
âAck, you work too hard.â Johnny says jumping off the desk and pulling his own clothes up.Â
âYou produce a lot of paperwork.â John sighs looking at the medical form on his desk.Â
âWell next time Iâll try and get, less injured.â Johnny says chuckling.
âThere wonât be a next time.â John replies, sitting down at his desk.Â
âYou should see the toys they have on this base though. Enough to blow us to kingdom come.â Johnny says enthusiastically, John smiles watching him head over to the door.Â
âJust remember your helmet at least.â John calls as he opens the door. âDonât need you in a coma before we ship out.âÂ
âAye, sir, safety first.â Johnny replies, giving him a thumbs up before closing the door behind him.Â
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#call of duty#cod#fanfic#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#john price#kyle gaz garrick#ghost cod#captain john price#john price smut#kyle garrick#kyle gaz smut#johnny soap mactavish#ghost x gaz#soap x price#moody replies#taskforce 141#poly 141
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I just wanted to say that I'm absolutely obsessed with these violent delights!â€ïžđ„°
And I was wondering, how many chapters are you planning for it to be?
I'm so glad you love it because I love it too so much. Its like my little baby and I never want it to end.
There are about 6 chapters left in the main story plus a few epilogue's so I would say theres still 9 chapters to go.
I also have bonuses planned for most chapters and I work on them now and again, usually when I want to reminisce lol.
Im also working on a sort of prequel that focuses on Piper and Professor Hale so far its around 5 chapters long and I will just post the whole thing when it's finished. Since it focuses on both original characters, no 141 and only a little bit of the omega I wouldn't expect people to be interested but I just had to write about what went on in the bunker before the omega was rescued.
I am really holding back from writing a 'follow up' fic set a few years after the end of these violent delights but I feel like the story has run its course and I don't want to oversaturate what I've built. Maybe after I post the final part I will feel different but for now I'm happy with were things will end.
Anyway I could ramble for hours but thank you for enjoying the series and I hope you enjoy the rest of it. â€ïž
#i remember when it was just a baby of an idea...#fanfic#cod#call of duty#these violent delights#ao3 fanfic#ao3#moody replies#omegaverse 141
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John would ask Simon to be his best man.
Simon would ask John to be his best man.
Johnny would ask Simon to be his best man.
Kyle would ask John to be his best man.
They're all each other's groomsmen either way.
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Johnny's marrying Simon - Kyle is Johnny's best man. Simon leaves all the wedding arrangements to Johnny venting to John and leaning on him for support.
John's marrying Nikolai - Simon is John's best man, Johnny and Kyle will make the day perfect for Price who doesn't expect anything but deserves everything.
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I just want them all to be happy
#call of duty#cod#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#john price#kyle gaz garrick#ghost cod#taskforce 141#captian john price#john price x nikolai#ghoap#soap x ghost#kyle garrick#simon riley
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These Violent Delights
Chapter 34 - Donât Mess With Me
Summary: Poly 141 x fem!reader, a/b/o alternate universe 10.8k words. Everone is together and everyone deserves to be happy. 141 are doing their best to make things better.
CW: +18 content MDNI. a/b/o alternative universe, a/b/o dynamics, typical a/b/o universe tropes (knotting, scuffing), sex, PiV sex, oral (f & m receiving), fingering, overstimulation, semi-public sex (kinda), canon-typical violence, death, blood, use of weapons, fighting, military inaccuracies, kidnapping, assault, description of weapons, language, description of injuries, nightmare, night terror, hurt/comfort, angst, written by a european who has never shot a gun before.
AN: This chapter is all Iâve been able to think about for days.
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âNow remember, weâre going after Professor Haleâs daughter. Our orders are to take her alive and unharmed.â Graves says as he looks around the people he hand picked for this job. There are seven of them in total, it should be more than enough.Â
âWe should expect heavy resistance. 141, assuming youâve already the brief you know weâre going up against not only trained special forces but her pack. They will be willing to protect her with their life. Now weâre going to draw them out with a distraction, theyâre going to raid the surveillance post.â Graves moves the sides long on the projector.Â
âAs soon as we get the signal weâll move into their safehouse. We wonât have long, as soon as we make entry 141 will be told we have at least 40 minutes to secure the omega and leave.â Graves watches as his team takes in the information.Â
âWe canât harm 141, they will be someone with her at all times, we have to assume we will meet resistance but harming them could cause her to distress, which could render the whole operation pointless.â He holds a peg up.Â
âScuffing, this is how weâre going to subdue them. Squeeze the sensitive skin on the back of the neck and it will cause them to pass out. Put the peg on to keep them that way. Remember this is a capture mission, weâre not killing anyone.â Graves puts the peg down, he looks over at the back of the room. He sees Hale standing at the door, he swallows the lump in his throat moving the slide show on.Â
âIs there anything you would like to add Professor?â Graves asks, he watches as Hale thinks for a second before stepping into the room, everyone turns to watch him walk up to the front of the conference room.Â
âItâs been almost six months since my daughter was kidnapped. Sheâs everything to me, 141 will get what they deserve but first we need to make sure the omega is safe. She needs to be back where she belongs.â Hale walks over to Graves and rests his hand on Graves' shoulder.Â
âI have every faith you will be able to bring her back to me.âÂ
When you wake in the morning youâre alone with John. You can hear his steady breathing, youâre pretty sure heâs still asleep. You reach over to touch him, the moment you do he wakes, turning around in the bed to face you.Â
âMorning.â You say smiling at him. Itâs been almost a month since youâve been in bed with him. He reaches out and pulls you against him, kissing the top of your head as you breathe him in.Â
âHow did you sleep?â He asks.Â
âGood, no nightmares.â You smile, itâs the first time in a long time youâve slept through the night without any dreams let alone nightmares.Â
âThat's good.â He breathes, he relaxes into the bed and you both just lay there in each other's arms.Â
âWhat's going to happen today?â You ask before you start to doze off again.Â
âWeâre going to make a plan to raid the base weâve been watching. Hopefully we will be able to find out where Hale is.âÂ
âIs it going to be dangerous?â You ask, trying not to let your nerves taint your scent.Â
âNo, itâs just a listening post. Like Simon said yesterday itâs a skeleton crew, low risk.â He says shuffling back so he can see your face. âItâs going to be okay.âÂ
You nod and reach up to kiss him. You keep kissing him even when it turns into a sloppy breathless mess and youâre grinding against his thigh. He moans in your mouth one of his hands slips up your top and before you know it his thumb is brushing your nipple.Â
âFuck, love.â He breathes, breaking from the kiss, you can smell the vanilla in the room. You can feel his cock pressing between your thighs. âIâve got work to do.âÂ
âLater.â You say nuzzling your face into his neck. You just want to spend as much time with him as you can, it doesnât even need to be sex, but youâre not going to ignore the throb traveling through your body.Â
He sighs but you feel his hand travel down from your chest to the front of your pants. You must have put them on at some point in the night after his knot had deflated. Youâre still surprised that it happened but it turned out to be a good thing in the end- you got a really good night's rest.Â
âPlease, alpha.â You ask, pressing a kiss into his neck. He tips his head back a little, his fingers teasing the front of your pyjama shorts. He hums and you pull your face out his neck to look at him, he smiles, his eyes are glossed over.
You can tell from his scent he wants this too, you spread your legs for him and he moves in the bed propping himself on one arm, his other hand slips under your shorts straight to your clit. You close your eyes moaning out for him and turn so youâre laid flat. His fingers travel further down to your entrance.
âFuck, love. Still so wet even after last night.â He says, his voice is low as his fingers tease your entrance and you open your eyes again. You miss having hands on your breasts and before you can stop yourself your hands are playing with them over your top.
âCâmon love, show me how you like it.â He says, you blush but pull your top up anyway so he can see.Â
âFuck..â He breathes and leans down to lick the closest one, his tongue drags over your nipple already aching for attention. When he pulls off it he pushes two fingers into you. You moan out arching your back.Â
âJohn.â You say as you move one of your hands down to pinch the nipple he just played with. Each pull sends vibrations down to your pussy. John curls his fingers inside you, hitting that rough spot inside you that makes you melt on his hand.Â
The smell of vanilla is making your head spin youâre losing focus on playing with your nipples, especially when Johnâs palm starts rubbing against your clit with each thrust of his fingers.Â
âJohn. Alpha. Please-â You choke on the words.Â
âPlease what?â He asks, his fingers are relentless now. You donât want to come like this though, you need him inside you again. You need to feel him throbbing inside you. You clench around his fingers which just makes him move them faster.Â
âLet me ride you again, like last night. I just need you.â You say. He smiles at you and leans down to kiss you. He pulls his fingers out of you, even though you asked for this you still whine. When you break from the kiss he lays on his back, you pull the duvet off him and pull your bottoms and underwear off. He does the same, your mouth waters when you see his cock spring free.Â
You immediately reach out to touch it, itâs warm and familiar in your hand, you pull the foreskin back and watch as a sliver of precome falls down the underside. You canât help yourself, before you get on top of him you want to taste him again. You wrap your mouth around his cock and take him as far as you can.Â
âChrist, love.â You hear John say, he twitches in your mouth and it makes you hum around him as more saliva forms in your mouth. You keep going, taking him deeper each time, his breathing picks up, he moans his hand coming to rest on the back of your head. Suddenly, he grips your hair and his cock throbs in your mouth. A groan leaves deep from his throat.Â
You pull your mouth off him, you donât want him to come in your mouth, you want him to come inside you. You look up at him whipping the saliva off your chin.Â
âWhat's all this for?â He asks, smiling. You swing your legs over his thighs again letting his cock rest against your stomach.Â
âIâve just missed you.â You say, running your hand down his cock. He smiles at you as you lift yourself up and down on top of him. As soon as you feel him ease inside you, you let out a long breath, his hands come up to your thighs and you plant your hands on his chest.Â
You look down at him, he smiles at you, you see his dog-tags hanging out his shirt. You can see the sliver âaâ on his chest, you reach over to run your fingers over it. It makes you smile, suddenly yours feels hot around your neck. You're their omega, and he's your alpha, you're a pack and you're safe.
âYou okay?â John asks. Your eyes flick up to him, you nod smiling and bend down to kiss him. You start to rock your hips on him while you chase his tongue, his hands move around to grip your waist. You lift yourself up as you break from the kiss and sit back down, Johnâs hands help you move his strong grip helps you keep a steady rhythm.Â
It was definitely easier when you had Kyle behind you yesterday, but you donât care youâre feeling too blissed out, youâre with your whole pack again, it's how it should always be. John gets louder, his cock twitches in you as you use his chest to help you push your hips up and down on him increasing the speed.Â
âJohn.â You call out when youâre close, youâre trying not to dig your nails into his chest. He starts to buck his hips too, his head tips back and you clench around him.Â
âCâmon, love. Come with me.â He says, you moan out as he drives his cock into you faster. You lean forward as you come scrunching his shirt in your hands and moaning his name. You feel him come too, he stills his hips but his cock pulses inside you, you lay down on his chest panting. His arms wrap around you, you can feel his heart pounding in his chest.Â
You lay there on top of him letting him stroke your back until his cock slips out of you. When that happens you roll off him to lay by his side. He turns to smile down at you.Â
âI love you.â He says.Â
âI love you too.â You say, he leans over to kiss you. You wrap your arms around him, when he breaks from the kiss you press your foreheads together.Â
âI needed this. I need all of you, now and forever.â You say, you feel yourself getting emotional, you're not sure why.Â
âYou have us, weâre right here.â He says, his hand runs up your side to your face, he strokes your cheek and you look up into his eyes. He has blue eyes like Johnny but theyâre not the same, theyâre not as light and thereâs a hint of another colour in them. Maybe green, maybe brown. They remind you of the ocean, deep and blue you almost want to dive into them. Johnnyâs eyes are like the sky, when the light hits them right theyâre almost translucent.Â
âWhat happens when this is over? What happens when the professor is dead?â You ask, he sighs, pressing his lips together.Â
âI donât know. Youâll be safe, we all will be. Weâll go back to the UK and figure it out from there.â He says.Â
âBack to Scotland?âÂ
âIf you want.â He smiles. You nod and throw your arms around him. He holds you tight, pressing a kiss into your neck. You listen to his breathing, his heart beat, you just wish it would all be over. Â
âWe really should get going, I have a lot to do today.â He says after a few minutes. You sigh and sit up reluctantly shuffling out of the bed. You look around for the clothes you had on yesterday and see thereâs a fresh pile on a chair. It makes you smile as you pick them up.Â
âThe bathroom is the door at the end of the hall. Iâll let you use it first.â He says, you turn to see him also looking around for his clothes. You nod pulling your bottoms back on. When you leave the confines of the room itâs cold, you can feel a breeze as you walk down to the bathroom.Â
When you try to open what you thought was the bathroom itâs locked.Â
âJust a second.â Johnny calls from the other side, you smile and step to the side waiting. When he opens the door heâs wearing nothing but boxers and a towel thrown around his neck.Â
âHey, love.â His nostrils flare and he looks down the hall behind you. âYou smell good.â He teases winking at you, you feel your face heat up and you flare your own nostrils breathing him in. You can smell leather and vanilia on him too. You can see the marks Simon has left on his neck and shoulders.Â
âSeems like we both had fun.â You say. He smiles walking over to you and resting his hand on your waist, he pulls you close to him and leans down to kiss you. You can taste mint in his mouth, you wonder if he can taste John on you. He hums before breaking from the kiss, his eyes twinkle before he slips past you out the bathroom.Â
You look back at him and he winks at you before disappearing into one of the rooms. You scoff, shaking your head and go into the bathroom.
When you make it down to the kitchen everyone is already sitting or standing around the dining room table. They seem like theyâre talking about something important so you go to make a cup of tea. You feel happy, you catch yourself smiling even though youâre just doing the most mundane thing.Â
When youâre done you look back to see them still talking. You decide to take the tea to the living room, leaving them to finish whatever theyâre doing. There's a newspaper on the sofa arm, youâve never read a newspaper before. You put the tea down and pick it up.Â
The first thing you see is an article about a war, somewhere youâve never heard of. Right next to that thereâs something dramatic about a celebrity. You frown, itâs almost like the 2 polar opposites of news right next to each other. You canât help being drawn in to page after page soaking up all the information about the country you were born in. Â
Who the president is and what heâs doing. How the economy is - most of it if you donât understand. Thereâs news about football and baseball, an entire page of scores that seem overly complicated. You soak up the colour images of people in fancy outfits, some kind of awards ceremony. Thereâs even a page dedicated to people who have died. That makes you sad.Â
âHey, love.â Johnny calls from the doorway, you look up from the paper over at him. You donât know how long youâve been sitting here. You look over at your mug of tea, thereâs no steam coming off it now and your legs are stiff.Â
âI thought we could do something.â He says, you put the paper down on the coffee table.Â
âOkay, what?â You ask standing up, he holds his hand for you.
âYouâll see.â He says as you take it.
He leads you outside into the back garden. Itâs nice weather, not too warm but not too cold. The garden is surrounded by a high wooden fence and there are some trees at the bottom. You follow him down to the end of the garden and see a bag of stuff. He turns to look at you, his hands land on your shoulders and he squeezes them looking over you.Â
âWhatâs going on?â You ask, he takes a step back and holds his arms up.Â
âHit me.â he says, patting his stomach.Â
âI donât want to hit you.â You say.
âOkay but just do it. Iâm a big man, I can take it.â He says winking. You really donât want to but you sigh feeling like heâs not going to let this go. You punch him in the stomach. It barely feels like anything Johnny doesnât even move. He sighs, pulling his arms down.Â
âOkay, what about something different.â He says. You feel Kyle come behind you, his hand lands on the top of your back.Â
âYou donât have to be worried about hurting us.â He says.Â
âWhy do I need to know how to do this anyway?â You ask looking down at your hands. The scars on your palms are almost gone now, you canât even tell if what's left are even scars or just lines on your palms. When you look back up Johnny has pads on his hands.
âNow you can punch me as hard as you want.â He says. You look up at Kyle who steps back from you. You sigh but bring your hands up anyway and punch at one of the pads. His arm hardly moves, at this point you think youâre doing more damage to yourself then anyone else. Kyle chuckles behind you, his foot comes between yours kicking them apart a little.Â
âSpread your feet.â He then twists your hip and it forces you to put one of your feet forward. âYou want to be at an angle slightly.âÂ
âYeah, your body should swing when you punch.â Johnny says, swinging his arms to show you. You frown at him, you ball your hands up into fists. Kyleâs hand lands on your right fist and he presses your thumb under your fingers.Â
âAim for the center of the pad.â Kyle says letting your hand go and steps back. It feels unnatural but you try to follow their instructions and swing your arm and fist into the pad as hard as you can. You immediately look up at Johnny who smiles at you.Â
âBetter.â He says, nodding. âHarder this time, as much force as you can.â You nod as Kyle's arms come back to your hips and he positions you again, moving your feet with his toes again. You punch again harder, Johnny nods and you do it again with your non-dominant hand. You can definitely feel the difference in power, using your left hand feels weird.Â
âWhy do I need to know how to punch someone?â You ask after a few more tries.Â
âPeace of mind, it will make us feel better if you know how to throw a decent punch or shoot a gun.â Kyle says.
âShoot a gun?â You gasp, turning to look at him. He nods, you swallow hard, youâre not sure why that makes a pit form in your stomach. You look back up at Johnny, he sighs lowering the pads.Â
âItâs just some basic self-defence, everyone should know.â Johnny says, that sounds more reassuring and you nod. Johnny takes the pads off and Kyleâs hand rubs the top of your back. You turn looking over and see Simon and John now standing outside watching.Â
âCâmon, let's show you a few other things then weâll have lunch.â Johnny says when he turns back around. You nod and force a smile, maybe theyâre right, it would be good for you to learn some self-defence. Youâre not really sure when you would need to use it but Johnny and Kyle assure you it's better than not knowing anything.
They show you how to get out of someone's grip, and where to hit someone to really hurt them. How to knock a knife or a gun out of someone's hand. Itâs a lot of information to take in and when John calls you all in for lunch. Youâre hungry, apparently they actually got food in and cooked for once instead of eating food out of bags.Â
You sit with Johnny and Kyle in the living room, Simon and John are still working on the plan to raid the base. Johnny and Kyle tell you a little more about it, it shouldnât be too difficult apparently. The plan is for them to go tomorrow evening, as soon as the sun is down. It gives Kyle and Johnny another day to acclimate and sleep off the rest of the jet lag.Â
Kate is going to be coming later, sheâs been helping as much as she can but has to fly from Virginia every few days. From what it sounds like it must be exhausting. There are a few other people they mention Alejandro and Rudy, youâve heard about them before. Apparently theyâre in New Mexico helping with something to do with drugs.Â
âFinished?â You hear Simon ask as he places a hand on your shoulder. You look up at him and nod.Â
âCâmon, got something we need to do.â He says squeezing your shoulder then walking away. You nod following him to the front door. He hands you your coat.
âAre you going to teach me how to fight too?â You ask, half joking.Â
âSomething like that.â He mumbles, picking up a set of keys and walking out the door. You follow him over to the car and get in. The weather seems to have changed, thereâs thick gray clouds rolling in from afar. You have no idea where youâre going but you drive out of the little suburban burrow youâve been staying in and follow a big road for a few kilometres.Â
Suddenly Simon pulls off the road to a massive run down building with a chain link fence running the whole way around it. He gets out of the car going over to a padlock between two fences. He uses pliers to break the lock then throws them open.Â
He comes back to the car and drives in, you get a better look at the building now, itâs seen better days all painted white, you can see the faint outline of where there used to be signs and massive letters but you canât quite make out what they say.Â
Youâre still squinting at it when Simon comes back to the car after closing the fence.Â
âWeâre not supposed to be here are we?â You ask as he drives the car around the back of the building to the loading dock.Â
âNo, but it means we wonât be disturbed.â He says, stopping the car. You smile and get out, there's a chill in the air now and you can hear the rumble of thunder in the distance.Â
âItâs going to rain.â You say as he takes a bag out the back of the car.Â
âGood, gives us more cover.â He says, you frown at him as you walk over to a smashed door. You follow him in, the place is massive. Youâre hit with the overwhelming scent of damp, some of the roof has collapsed letting light spill in. You follow Simon as he walks you over to an old countertop. This used to be a department store by the looks of things. Thereâs a worn and warped sign above the ring of counters that says âjewellery.â Â
The roof is broken just above you and you watch as Simon unzips the bag revealing pistols and targets printed on paper. You feel nerves rise in you as you watch him take the pieces of paper out. There are more pistols under them, bigger pistols and more magazines.Â
âYouâre going to teach me how to shoot.â You say blowing out the nerves. He nods then looks around. You stay by the bag in the light as you watch him drag a temporary wall into place. He sticks three targets up then walks back over to you. You swallow the lump in your throat, the targets are about 10 meters in front of you. Simon walks around to the other side of the counter top and gestures for you to join him.
âDonât be afraid.â He says reaching over to take one of the pistols out the bag.
âIâm not.â You lie, honestly the thought of holding something as deadly as a pistol in your hands scares you. Last time you held one you almost hurt your pack, you shot at them while you were dreaming. You stand up against the counter looking out towards the targets. Simon comes behind you, putting the pistol and a mag down in front of you.Â
âPick it up, itâs not going to bite you.â He says, you nod and pick it up. Itâs heavier than you thought, sleek and black with a rubber grip.Â
âAnd the clip.â He says, you nod and pick it up with your other hand. Itâs almost as heavy as the pistol which surprises you. His arms come around you, his hand gripping yours.Â
âThis is how you load it.â He says as he moves the clip over to the bottom of the pistol, you let his hands guide you but you do all the actual work. You feel it click in place, suddenly it feels like youâre holding a live grenade in your hands.Â
You hear him search through the bag, you turn seeing him pull out a pair of ear defenders, he slips them on you and kisses you on the top of the head, his chest is pressed against your back again. His hands come back around to pick up yours, he moves your free hand to grip the bottom of the gun.Â
âJust get used to feeling it in your hand.â He says moving his away, you nod and try different positions with your hands and fingers. It still feels wrong, maybe this is a good thing, you shouldnât be afraid of this.Â
âHold it up and look towards the targets, do you see them?â he asks, you swallow and nod.Â
âWords, love.â He says his hands landing on your hips. Â
âI see them.â You say.Â
âGood, you see that little switch on the side?âÂ
âYes.â You reply, already moving your thumb up to it.Â
âThat's the safety, when youâre ready click it.â You nod and let out a long breath before flicking it with your thumb. Now the pistol feels suddenly heavier in your hands.Â
âGood. Now you need to load it. Use your bottom hand to pull the barrel back.â He says. You move your hand around following his instructions and grip the top of the gun pulling it back until you feel and hear it click.Â
His hands run up your side and down your arms straightening them. He bends down, his breath is hot on your neck. You can do this. You tell yourself, itâs just shooting a gun, nothing bad is going to happen.Â
âTake a deep breath, look at the target.â He says, you nod. You take a breath and move your finger to the trigger. âNice and easy, take your time.âÂ
You nod and let out a breath as you pull the trigger. The noise makes you jump even with the ear defenders on. Simon keeps you stood in place, the weapon makes your arms shake thereâs more power in it then you thought. You canât tell if you hit the target or not, youâre assuming you didnât. You lower your arms but Simon stops you gripping your elbows.Â
âSafety first.â He says and you nod, flicking the little switch again. You put the pistol down on the table as he lets your arms go.Â
âSee, not so scary after all.âÂ
âI guess.â You say smiling, it did feel good, strangely powerful. You already want to do it again, reaching down to pick it up. This time you make sure your dominant hand is on the trigger. You bring your arms up and look over at one of the targets.Â
âWhich one are you looking at?â Simon asks.Â
âThe middle one.âÂ
âGood, keep your arms straight. Take a breath and when you breathe out fire.â He says, you nod flicking the safety off and follow his instructions letting out a long breath as you fire. This time you think youâve actually hit the wall, you hear the bullet ping at least.Â
âNice.â Simon says. âThis time just aim a little higher.âÂ
âOkay.â You say smiling at the praise and raising your arms a little. He presses himself closer to you, you can feel his chest expand when he breathes. His hands are on midsection. You can smell his alpha filling the air. You fire again this time you definitely hit the target, the paper rips.Â
âGood, try the next one.â He says, you feel his hands squeeze you. You blush watching as his hands travel down to your waist. âHey, pay attention.âÂ
âSorry.â You say, looking back over at the targets and straightening your arms again. You feel warmth travel through you, heâs warm too, you match your breathing with his. You can smell his alpha and the hint of vanilla slipping through. You try to ignore it focusing on hitting the next target, it becomes next to impossible when you feel him grind against your arse.Â
You keep firing until the weapon is empty. It feels good, itâs like there's this new energy pulsing through you. You shot a weapon, pretty well too at least you managed to hit 2 of the 3 targets. As soon as youâve put the safety back on the weapon Simonâs hands grip your waist picking you up.Â
You gasp as he turns you and plops you down on the counter. He steps up between your legs pulling the bottom of his mask up over his nose and pressing his lips to yours. He kisses you rough, his hands running up your thighs then under your shirt. You drop the pistol hearing it crash on the floor. Simon doesnât stop though, his hands running up to your breasts, you can smell vanilia fill the air and you spread your legs even further for him moaning in his mouth.
âFuck, love.â He says breaking from the kiss and running his hands back down to your hips. âI want you now.â His voice is feral, his tongue working its way down your neck. You grip the top off his mask. You want him too.
âYou can have me. Anytime you want.â You breathe, he growls sucking on your neck, you feel his teeth tease your sensitive skin. He pulls his face out your neck looking up at you, you project your scent for him watching his eyes dilate. He picks you up in his arms, you wrap your arms and legs around him as he takes you to the exit.Â
âNot in here, fuckinâ filthy.â He says, when you make it out and back towards the car you can feel the first few drops of rain hit you. There is still the distant rumble of thunder, it makes the air feel electric as he opens the car door and lays you down on the back seats. You prop yourself up to see him gripping the waistband of your jeans. You put your legs together and he pulls them down to your ankles.
You shiver as the cool air hits your legs, heâs on his knees pulling your pussy down to his mouth. You lay back as he presses kisses up your thighs throwing your legs over his shoulders. You spread your legs as much as you can for him shuffling down to chase his mouth.Â
âFuck.â You hear him breathe, his hot breath hits your already soaked clit. A second later he presses his tongue against it. You moan out throwing your head back, he starts with long drags like heâs almost trying to drink you up. He presses his tongue in your entrance then runs it back to flick your clit before locking his mouth around it and sucking.
âSimon.â You call reaching out to grip the front passenger chair, youâre going to come if he keeps this up. You moan out for him, it just makes his mouth attack your clit harder, his teeth nibble against it too. Itâs all too much, the adrenaline from firing the gun and Simonâs scent has got you all worked up. You squeeze your legs crying out as you come, he doesnât stop though, working you through the orgasam.Â
âAlpha!â You call as your legs start to twitch from overstimulation, Simon chuckles looking up from between your legs, he still has his mask on, pulled up over his nose. You smile at him and he crawls out from between your legs. He leans over to kiss you, he tastes sweet, his lips puffy as he presses his tongue in your mouth.Â
It just makes your pussy throb harder for him. You run your hands up his chest. He breaks from the kiss looking down at you.Â
âI need you.â You say reaching up to chase his lips again. He smiles, quickly kissing you before moving back down to your legs, itâs awkward with your jeans wrapped around your ankles.Â
âTurn over,â he says. You obey flipping onto your stomach, your arse sticks out of the car door, you can feel the rain hitting it. You hear Simon undo his belt buckle and drop his pants, one of his hands presses on the small of your back then slowly works its way around your arse and to your pussy.Â
He presses two fingers into you and you cry out, at least this is a pretty secluded spot. His fingers drag in and out, your hands grip the seat as you feel his fingers get replaced with the head of his cock. You moan with him as he presses into you. You squeeze your eyes closed clenching around him.Â
You always forget how big he is, he stretches you out pressing into you slowly.Â
âChrist, love. I forgot how amazing you feel.â He says both his hands are gripping your waist. Itâs not long before heâs pulling you even further down his cock. You relax for him, another groan leaves his throat and he starts to buck his hips into you.Â
He feels good, you keep moaning for him arching your back, he pulls your waist against him in time with his thrusts. Heâs pressing into you so deep, his cock feels like itâs bouncing against your cervix.Â
âMissed you so much.â He says as he speeds up, you can hear the rain pounding on the roof of the car, he must be getting soaked.Â
âI. Missed. You. Too.â You say between thrusts, it feels like heâs knocking all the air out your lungs each time he pulls you down on his cock. His moans turn to grunts, you can barely think straight, you clench around him to stop yourself from coming which only makes him slam his cock into you harder. It causes your breath to hitch in your throat.Â
âSimon.â You call, youâre not going to last like this, you dig your nails into the car seat. One of his hands runs up your back.Â
âFuck, you can hold it.â He says, although it sounds like an order.Â
âYes, yes, alpha.â An order youâre going to follow it seems, you cry out relaxing as much as you dare which makes Simonâs grunts turn back to moans. Itâs like music to your ears, he drives his cock into you harder picking your hips up slightly.Â
âSi-â His name catches in your throat, you canât hold on heâs hitting a new spot inside you that's making your legs shake. âPlease.â You beg.Â
âCome- come with me.â He says. You nod biting down on the inside of your cheek so youâre not biting the seat. Your whole body goes limp as you come, the only thing holding you to reality is your pussy throbbing around Simon's cock. You almost miss him coming too, but you hear him grunt, his fingers dig into the soft skin on your hips.Â
He slows his thrusts eventually stilling inside you. Your whole body is pulsing, your head spinning from the scent of leather.Â
âI love you, I love you.â You mumble into the seat. You feel him pull out of you leaving you feeling empty. Youâre still panting, enjoying the come down. You relax and Simon runs his hands down your legs.Â
âCâmon, love. Youâre going to get soaked.â Simon says as the rain starts to come down harder.
âI donât care.â You hum as you feel his spend slip down your thigh. He chuckles and lets out a long breath, you hear him opening a pack of tissues. You feel him clean you up and pull your underwear back up. You shuffle out the car, Simon helps you to your feet and you reach down pulling your jeans up.Â
You reach up to kiss him, he holds your head in his hands rubbing your cheeks as he presses his tongue into your mouth.Â
âYou know I read in books this is romantic.â You say as you break from the kiss.Â
âNot if you catch pneumonia it isnât.â He smiles back reaching over to open the passenger side door.Â
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The rain is really coming down by the time you get back to the house. You both run inside almost tripping over each other. Simon has his arm around you as you walk into the dining room. Kate is here now, she smiles when she sees you and Simon drops his arm.Â
âHey.â You smile back at her. Johnny comes over to you wrapping his arm around your waist.Â
âYouâre soaked.â He says kissing your cheek, you hear him breathe in. You turn to look at him. âSmells good too.â He winks. Simon scoffs coming over to rest his hand on your shoulder.Â
âI have something for you.â He says, you frown and he walks over to the stairs. You follow him hearing Johnny come too.Â
âWhat is it?â He asks over your shoulder. Simon goes into a room and you stand in the doorway as he looks through a bag. Johnnyâs hand rests on your shoulder and you both watch as he searches for something. After a few seconds he comes back with something in his hand.Â
âHere, maybe guns aren't really your thing.â He says handing you a terrifying knife. You take it out his hand though.Â
âWas I that bad?â You ask looking up at him. He chuckles, his fingers come to brush your cheek.Â
âNo, not like that but just so you have something. Makes us feel better.â He says. You look back down at the knife, itâs small, only slightly bigger than your hand. You donât want to think about why you would need to use a knife. Itâs not like youâre ever going to be alone.Â
âThank you.â You say, youâre not sure what youâre supposed to say but you take the knife anyway.Â
âShould put it somewhere safe.â Johnny says moving away from you. You nod and move to the room you shared with John and Kyle. Youâre not sure what the sleeping arrangements are like, you guess one of the good things about you all being together means you donât have to worry about that too much. People just sleep where they want, when they want and with who they want. It makes you smile.
You place the knife in the bedside drawer, at least youâll remember where it is and itâs somewhere you can find easy. The rest of the evening you spend with Johnny and Kyle, then introduce you to American Football while Simon and John are busy with Kate.
Kyle cooks with the limited ingredients he has breaking open multiple packets of the MREâs you remember them talking about. After food youâre full and end up dozing off in Johnnyâs arms. Youâre watching some kind of sports game on the TV, itâs nothing like the football game you watched in the UK.Â
âWhoâs winning?â You ask eventually, Johnny pulls a blanket over you.Â
âNebraska.â Johnny says.Â
âWhereâs that?â You ask, closing your eyes.Â
âSouth.â He says. You yawn.Â
âMaybe we could go there one day.â You ask shuffling next to him, getting comfortable and relaxing against him. You wrap your arm around his stomach and he kisses the top of your head.Â
âYeah, Weâll go there one day. Weâll go wherever you want.â
Youâre woken from a deep sleep, someone comes into your room and drags you to your feet. You donât get a chance to ask what's going on, you just focus on keeping upright so youâre not being dragged across the floor. It's not long before youâre thrown into a room, your body slams painfully on the ground.
Hands grab you pulling your body up but keeping you on your knees. You finally get a chance to take in your surroundings, you see John and Simon on their knees with guns held to their heads. The professor reaches down and grabs your chin painfully, snapping your head up to look at him.Â
âThese are your alphas?â He snaps spitting in your face. You know he already knows the answer so you ignore him. He slaps you hard across your face, your head snaps to the side and you whimper. Your cheek is still stinging as youâre hauled back to your knees. You canât keep your eyes off John and Simon, they donât look hurt but theyâre here, in the bunker.Â
âI told you what would happen if any other alpha claimed you.â Hale says pulling your attention back over to him, you hear the click of a weapon then the professor turns with a loaded pistol in his hand.Â
âPlease, no please donât make me!â You cry and scream. You try to fight the person holding you but they donât let you go, they grip you harder, so hard you swear you can feel their nails drawing blood. He just walks over to you, slapping your face again.Â
âYou brought this on yourself!â He snaps. âI am your alpha, no one else!â You sob feeling blood pool in your mouth, you must have bit the inside of your cheek.Â
âIâll give you a choice though. Of which one you want to kill first.â He says, you hear the weapon click in his hand. âMake sure she looks.âÂ
Your head is forced up right, your chin held painfully in position looking at John and Simon. The professor bends down so he is eye level with you.Â
âYou better not close those pretty little eyes of yours.â He says before pressing a kiss on your forehead. You canât move from it but when he moves back you spit at him. He hates that, immediately getting to his feet and wiping his face. Â
Your mouth is squeezed close. Hale curses, you hear the weapon click again and he punches you in the stomach. Whoever is holding you doesnât let you double over in pain and he keeps your mouth closed as you scream.Â
âNow you donât get to choose.â Hale says. You watch in horror as he walks over to John and puts the pistol to his head. You scream as the weapon goes off.Â
...
You wake with a scream. Hands are already on you as you instantly. Everything is so bright you canât tell what's going on. Your eyes fill with water as you try to feel around the person whoâs holding you.Â
âJohn!â You scream as someone pulls you into their chest. There are voices all around you now as you bury your head into whoever is next to you.Â
âYouâre okay, youâre okay.â Itâs Johnny you think. His hand comes up to rub your back. âIâve got you.â Definitely Johnny, all you can do is sob in response. Someone sits on the coffee table in front of you. You look at them through your tear filled eyes, trying to figure out who it is. As soon as you see John you pull yourself out Johnnyâs arms and throw yourself against him.Â
You taste blood in your mouth, your cheek throbs, it makes your stomach turn.
âOkay, youâre okay. Iâm here.â He says rubbing your back, you can smell beta in the air trying to relax you but itâs not working. Johnâs hands land on your shoulders pushing you away from his chest.Â
âThe professor-âÂ
âHeâs not here.â John says cutting you off and squeezing your shoulders. You nod, hanging your head, while Johnny rubs your back.Â
âLook at me.â He says, you snap up and look at him, heâs real, heâs alive. It was just a horrible dream. You feel silly now, the adreanile has worn off now. You look around the room, everyone is standing watching you. You sniffle and his expression softens and he pulls you back into his arms. You press your face against his chest.Â
âIâve got you, Iâm safe, weâre all safe.â He says and kisses the top of your head. You nod sniffling in his chest. When you finally start to calm down he tries to transfer you back into Johnny's arms.Â
âTake her to bed.â He says going to stand up.
âCome with me.â You ask reaching out for him
âLet me finish up.â John says coming to stroke hair behind your ear. You nod and watch as he leaves with everyone but Johnny following behind him. Johnny helps you up and guides you up the stairs. He keeps his arms on you, his hands rubbing your arms and back.Â
âItâs going to be okay, love. This will all be over soon.â He says as you go into the bedroom and over to the bed.
âThen weâll go back home.â You say as you lay down in the bed.Â
âThen weâll go back home.â He repeats, falling in behind you and wrapping his arms around you.
You sleep all morning, youâre never alone, Simon comes and wakes you around lunch. You force yourself out the bed. Everyone seems distracted, this is the day, as soon as the sun goes down they'll be leaving. The day feels like it's dragging on forever, but before you know it they're all dressed in full gear and John comes over to you. Â
âJohnnyâs going to stay behind with you and Kate.â John says. You nod looking behind him to see Simon and Kyle still getting ready at the table. âWeâll be back before you know it.âÂ
âYouâre not going to get hurt are you?â You ask, reaching out to grip his arm.Â
âNo, this is a routine job, weâll be back before midnight if weâre lucky.â John says, you nod and throw your arms around him. With his vest you canât quite reach all the way around his back but he hugs you back and squeezes you tight.Â
âI love you.â You whisper as he breaks from the hug.Â
âI love you too.â He says stroking your cheek with his gloved hand. He turns to go over to Simon and Kyle who are waiting at the door. Johnny comes over and rests his hand on your back, you lean into him and watch them as they all leave with Kate through the door.Â
âIs Kate going with them?â You ask.Â
âNo, probably just making sure they have everything they need.â Johnny says, squeezing you tight to him. âYou okay?â
You turn to look up at him. âYeah, just worried.â You admit. He leans down to kiss you.Â
âDonât worry, they know what theyâre doing.â Johnny reassures you, you nod but you just canât shake the pit in your stomach.Â
âIâm tired, I'm going to lie down.â You say. If you take a nap maybe it will go quicker and when you wake theyâll be back.Â
âOkay, love.â Johnny says kissing the top of your head.Â
âWake me when theyâre on their way back?â You ask. He chuckles.
âOf course.â
You wake to your door opening. You smell beta, but not what youâre used to, itâs not Johnny. Youâre facing away from the door, you slowly move your arm over to the bedside table, opening the drawer while listening to the footsteps. They didnât close the door behind them, if it was Johnny he would have been in bed with you by now.Â
You feel around for the knife your heart is racing in your chest, you focus on containing your scent. You want him to think youâre still asleep. You take out the knife and pull it to your chest slowly closing the drawer before shuffling both your arms back under the duvet.Â
Youâre lucky the room is dark, you hear the stranger walk around the end of the bed. You close your eyes, as soon as you can sense theyâre near youâll stab them, you donât care where just as long as you hit them. Youâre holding your breath as the footsteps inch closer to your head.Â
âShadow-one.â The gruff American voice says. Thereâs a second of silence that feels like it lasts forever. A hand lands on your shoulder. âI have the omega.âÂ
Your hand flys out the bed with a grunt. The knife meets flesh and the man in front of you drops to the floor with a cry. Adrenaline pulses through you and you throw the duvet off. You jump off the bed and stand in front of him. You canât see the stranger's face, heâs wearing a mask, you donât think you just plunge the knife into his chest before he can get up. When you pull it out a spurt of blood follows and his eyes close.Â
You killed him, you killed someone.Â
âHey!â You turn to see a similarly dressed soldier standing in the doorway. Heâs not holding a weapon at you but he has one swaying by his side. You donât think just let the adreanile control you and sprint at him with the bloody knife raised.Â
âHey! Stop!â You donât listen to his pleas, he doesnât reach for his weapon in time and you jump at him plunging the knife into his neck. It takes him a few seconds before he falls to the floor, all you can smell in the air now is blood. Thereâs blood all over you, you donât care, you need to get to Johnny and Kate.Â
You reach down to take the knife out his neck but you canât, itâs stuck. You hear more voices now, people talking downstairs, you canât hear Johnny though. You give up on the knife and reach down to take the pistol off the man's hip.Â
Even now it still feels wrong in your hand but you remember what Simon taught you. The weapon is not the same but similar. You can see what you assume is the safety, you pull the top of the barrel until you hear a click. Youâre not sure what to do, you decide to keep the safety on.
What if this all a big misunderstanding and you accidentally shoot Johnny or Kate? No, you can smell alpha as well now. Thereâs another alpha here who isnât John or Simon. Itâs not Hale either, someone new. You slowly start to creep down the stairs, you can't see anything thereâs walls on either side of the steps so you have to rely on your hearing to know if there is anything waiting for you at the bottom.Â
You only get one foot on the bottom step before someone grabs you, you scream trying to fight them but theyâre stronger than you. The pistol is knocked out of your hands and youâre dragged from the bottom of the steps into the dining room. You can see Johnny, his head is bleeding, he's on his knees with a weapon pressed against his head. You gasp when you see him tears start to stream down your face.Â
âNo!â You shout squirming in the person's grip. As soon as Johnny registers what's happening to you he moves. Instantly the person holding the gun to his head hits him around the head with it. Youâre forced to your knees by the person who has his grip on you.Â
âJohnny!â You scream as his body slumps to the floor. You can see more blood now, on other parts of his body and the floor.Â
âPlease leave him alone!â You cry. Someone walks towards you, you recognise who he is, it's Graves, heâs the alpha you smell. It makes the hair stand up on the back of your neck.
âNice to see you again.â You ignore him looking past at Johnny on the floor. He hasnât moved, your stomach sinks. What if heâs dead, what if you got him killed.Â
âJohnny.â You whimper. Get up Johnny please. You plead, he canât be dead. Graves turns to see him.
âGet him to his feet.â He orders, two soldiers pull him up. He moans and looks over at you making eye contact. Graves bends down to look directly in your face.Â
âYou better do as youâre told or weâll kill him.â Graves says, you can hear the anger in his voice, you can smell his alpha in the air. This is a threat, a threat he will be more than happy to follow through with. You nod feeling more tears roll down your face.Â
âGood, maybe we can have some order in here now.â Graves says as he gets back up. You look around the rest of the room, you see Kate laid on the floor on the other side of the table. Sheâs not moving but you canât see any blood, her face is turned away from you. Â
âYouâre not going to get away with this Graves.â Johnny says through gritted teeth, thereâs a slur in his voice, heâs injured. Heâs still trying to fight with the people holding him.Â
âEasy with the threats Soap, Hale never specified what state we need the omega in.â Graves says. Johnny looks over at you, you want to plead with him, tell him not to fight. He canât get killed for you, you shake your head. He doesnât seem to get it looking back up at Graves.
âWeâll come after you, chase you to the ends of the earth if we have to.â Johnny says before spitting on the floor. Heâs hit over the head again. It makes you feel sick, the sound of plastic hitting his skin, you sob and drop your head.Â
âGood fucking luck. Clearly you have no idea where we actually are.â Graves says. âThe little performance we put on at the listening post was enough to keep you occupied.âÂ
You look back up at Johnny, heâs not going to give up without a fight and you canât let that happen. You need to do something or heâll die and you wonât be able to live with yourself. You close your eyes letting out a shaky breath to compose yourself.Â
You need to scuff him. Â
It can take up to a minute of scuffing for a beta to pass out but Johnnyâs never been scuffed before. You just need to keep firm pressure and not let him pull your hand off his neck. Heâll fight it, itâs his instinct and heâs stronger than you.Â
You have to try though because if not Graves will kill him.Â
The person who has his grip on you loosens it for a second. You donât think you just sprint towards Johnny, thereâs shouting and people trying to stop you. Youâre able to dodge them and make it to Johnny. You throw your arms around him and he squeezes you tight, they let his arms drop too.
You feel sick, but you need him out of the way or he could be killed, or kill himself trying to protect you. âIâm so sorry.â You say moving your hand up to the back of his neck. Before he can reply or realise what's going on you dig your fingers into his scent glands.Â
âI love you Johnny.â You sob as he squirms in your arms but your hand stays strong digging into the back of his neck.
âIâm so sorry, I love you.â His body collapses to the floor; it breaks your heart watching life leave his eyes. As soon as heâs unconscious on the floor you kiss his forehead. A second later arms are around you pulling you away from him. Â
âPlease donât hurt him.â You sob watching his chest rise and fall. You feel a weapon pressed against your back.Â
âPut a fucking peg on him and lets get out of here!â Graves orders. Youâre pulled to your feet as he walks towards you, someone clamps the back of Johnnyâs neck. Now heâll be unconscious until someone finds him.
âTry anything like that again and weâll kill you.â He says. Before you have time to say anything, fingers dig into the back of your neck.Â
It feels like you canât breathe. Your hands fly up to scratch and pull at the hand but they just dig their fingers in deeper. It doesnât matter though, thereâs nothing you can do. Your legs give way and everything goes black, the last thing you see is Johnnyâs blooded body on the floor.Â
Piper can smell something is wrong as soon as she gets out of the car. She can smell it in the air, the unmistakable scent of death. She swallows hard, there doesnât seem to be anything out of the ordinary. She knows John, Simon and Kyle are out at the base but Kate and Johnny should be here with you.
When she makes it to the door the worry turns to panic, she canât smell you, she can smell something just as strong though, she flares her nostrils taking in a deep breath. The rotten smell of death fills her nose, beta. Her heart sinks, Johnny was staying with you while they raided the base. She fumbles with her phone to get the code for the door, her hands are shaking as she types it in.Â
The door clicks and she swings it open preparing for the worst. She sees Kate first, she drops her bag and rushes over.Â
âKate!â Piper calls as she shakes her shoulders there's no response she presses her ear against her face. Sheâs still breathing, she presses her knuckles hard on her sternum. Kate groans, Piper lets out a sigh of relief before turning her on her side. She looks around the rest of the room and sees Johnny.Â
âJohnny!â She calls going over to him. Heâs curled up in the fetal position. Before Piper can get a chance to see how he is she can see the peg on the back of his neck. She shuffles around behind him, she should hold him down when she takes this off he could lash out at her. It doesnât matter though she needs to get it off him. She takes a deep breath and pulls the clip off, it takes a second a shaky breath leaves his throat before his eyes fly open.Â
His body shoots up, Piper reaches out to steady him but he elbows her in her face. âOw.â She cries pinching her nose and getting to her feet. Johnny is screaming, calling for you. His movement is frantic, his eyes wide and confused. She needs to calm him down.Â
âJohn!â She calls, he turns to look at her, she can see the fear in his face, she can smell it in the air.Â
âThe omega. He took her.â Johnny says, his breathing picks up as he sways on his feet. He falls against the table gripping it for support. Piper goes over to help support him, he tries to shove her off and fails.Â
âEasy, you donât know how long you were out for.â Piper cautions him. He scoffs slowly walking around the table.Â
âThey fucking took her and I couldnât do anything.â He says she can hear the anger in his voice, the disappointment.Â
âWho?âÂ
âGraves, Shadow Company.â He says slumping down in a chair. Piper can see the wounds on his head, dried blood in his hair and around his face.Â
âItâs not your fault, they scuffed you. You canât do anything about that.â She says, itâs all she can really think of, he looks over and sees Kate.Â
âHelp Kate.â Johnny says reaching over for a phone on the table. Piper nods leaving him and going over to Kate, sheâs still unconscious. Piper presses her fingers into her neck, she counts the pulse in her head looking down at her watch.Â
Sheâs okay, she should be okay, Piper feels around her head and neck anyway.Â
âDo you know what happened to her?â Piper asks.Â
âI donât know, she was unconscious when I was dragged in here.â Johnny says. She can hear him trying to call someone, she assumes John and the rest of them. She tries to focus on Kate, there are no injuries she can see. She could have been injected with something and sheâs not going to know what.Â
Piper reaches over for her bag, she can hear the phone ringing out but no one is picking up.Â
âFucks sake John!â Johnny snaps, Piper tries not to let the fear overtake her. Youâre gone, Shadow Company have you which means it wonât be long before youâre with Hale again and they still have no idea where he is.Â
Piperâs hands shake as she attaches a pulse ox to her finger. âCome on Kate, youâre going to be okay.â Piper says if just to have something to do.Â
âHow is she?â Johnny calls over.Â
âSheâs okay. Just unconscious.â Piper replies, she can hear the sake in her voice. She canât hide it as well as they can. Kate groans, pulling Pipers attention to her, her eyes scrunch and she slowly opens them.Â
âEasy, youâre okay.â Piper says.Â
âPrice.â Johnny says.Â
âSoap weâre kind-âÂ
âSheâs gone. Graves- he took her.â Johnny says interrupting john, Piper helps Kate sit up, she can hear the fear in his voice. She can smell it in the air.Â
âWhat do you mean?â John asks.Â
âGraves, he broke in. Sheâs gone.â Piper hears the break in his voice.Â
âWhat happened?â Kate asks, rubbing her head. Piper looks back at Johnny standing holding the phone up to his mouth. Heâs rubbing the back of his neck, he looks at Piper for a second then turns. Piper turns her attention back to kate.Â
âWhatâs the last thing you remember?â She asks.Â
âI- I was sitting at the table. The coms went down, I called John. That's the last thing I remember.â She explains. Piper rubs her back.
âJust, sit here for a minute okay.â She says, Kate nods at her. Piper stands up letting out a breath, she turns to Johnny whoâs taken the phone off speaker, heâs pacing in the kitchen. She flares her nostrils, she can still smell death in the air, dead beta. She follows the smell heading for the stairs, as she walks up the smell gets stronger, hairs stand up on the back of her neck.Â
She makes it to the hallway, thereâs one body half inside a room half outside, as she gets closer she can see the pool of blood, thereâs a knife sticking out the side of his neck. She uses her foot to roll him onto his back, he doesnât respond, heâs definitely dead. She steps over him to walk to the next room when she hears a moan.Â
It makes her jump, itâs coming from the room the dead body is half inside. Adrenaline rises in her, she reaches down keeping her eyes on the room door and pulls the knife out the dead man's neck. Blood spurts out but she ignores it standing up and slowly walking into the room.Â
There hasnât been another noise, maybe she imagined it, people can still make noise after theyâve died, it could have been that. Sheâs holding her breath as she walks into the room, thereâs a weapon at the end of the bed, she kicks it out the way as she walks around to the other side of the bed.Â
She gasps when she sees the person on the floor, thereâs a lot of blood she can smell it, heâs still alive though his hand pressed on his chest. They can get info from him, he probably knows where you are, and where Hale is.Â
âJohnny!â She shouts watching as the man looks up at her. Before he gets a chance to unclip his pistol she jumps on him.

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Cross My Heart
Chapter 3 - How to Infiltrate a Terror Cell
Summary: poly141 x reader. Enemies to lovers. WC:5k Original abridged version HERE
CW: violence, sexual remarks/touching, use of weapons, description of injuries, implied torture, blood, death.
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Theyâre wrong about you. Youâre not doing this for your country's peace, youâre doing this to get out of here. Youâre doing this for a new chance at life. You get to be selfish for once in your life, if that means helping the enemy then so be it.Â
You look at the blade in your hand then back up at John. Heâs still smiling, youâre not sure what to make of him. It has to be the adrenaline, thereâs no way anyone in their right mind would readily hand the enemy a weapon.Â
âGetting you into Russia is going to be difficult, especially with one injured.â You say. He nods and turns back over to the sofa, heâs unsteady on his feet and when he sits down he groans.Â
âThe base on the border, you said you know the guy who runs it?â John asks.Â
âHeâs my handaler - Ivan.â You say putting the scalpel down on the table.Â
âWhat would you need to get in?â John asks.Â
âWhat do you mean?â You frown crossing your arms.Â
âWeâre going to go back to Farah. We would like you to get Alex out.â John says. You laugh, you donât mean to but it just comes out.Â
âYou want me to break out a high value POW for you? You know that if I do that I can never work for Konni or Al-Qatala again. Theyâll put a bounty on my head.â You scoff, they donât really seem to be concerned by that info.Â
âIf you can get him out alive, we can offer you protection. Get you to the UK or the US wherever you want to go.â Price says. You turn away from him and squeeze the bridge of your nose. You could get him out, if heâs in the prison wing. Calab would turn a blind eye, or at least you hope he would. You turn back to look at them.Â
âDo any of you smoke?â You ask. No one moves or says anything for a second then you hear Ghost taking something out his pocket and handing you a packet of cigarettes. You take one out, putting it in your mouth and lighting it. You take a big suck in letting it calm you before handing the packet back to him.Â
âI know the guy who works in the prison, he owes me a favour.â You say taking the cigarette out. âIf heâs there and I can get him out of the base then what?âÂ
âWeâll meet you, weâll get a car, agree on a rendezvous point and you bring him there.â Ghost says. You shake your head, there are so many guards on the base it will be next to impossible to get him out without being spotted.Â
âSo heâs what? SAS like you?âÂ
âAmerican.âÂ
âFuck me.â You say throwing your hands up and taking another long drag of your cigarette.Â
âYou said you were good.â Gaz says, you shoot him an angry glace.
âI usually charge extra for Americans.â You say. Soap chuckles.Â
It's the worst idea youâve ever heard. But here you are nodding at Price while he lays out more of the plan.
âFirst things first we need to confirm Konni have Alex. Then we focus on Makarov.âÂ
âMakarov will be harder. He's always surrounded by his best soldiers. I can probably find out what he's doing here but as for getting an audience with him or even getting near him itâs going to be next to impossible.â You explain. Price hums laying back on the sofa.
âFind out why he's here then get Alex out. Rendezvous with the ULF and make a plan from there.â Price says. Soap places a map on the coffee table and you move over to look. He opens it up and you can see the border, you follow it along until you spot the base. On this map itâs still marked as a college, you point at it.
âThat's where Konni are. If Alex was caught on the border that's where heâll be.â You explain, you see where the trees are on the Urzikstan side. You move your finger through it until you reach the opening and the dirt path turns to a paved one.Â
âI can take him through the woods, the entrance of the base opens on that side.â You say. Price and Ghost lean forward and look as you trace the route again.Â
âOkay, weâll get a car, meet you on the road.â Price confirms. The woods will give you good cover if youâre chased. When youâre chased.Â
âAs soon as I spring Alex that's it. There's no way I will be getting back in there.â You say raising an eyebrow.
âThat's why it's important you get as much Intel before getting him out.â You nod, youâre agreeing without even questioning him at this point. You really are going to do this, youâre about to betray everyone, the life youâve been living for the past 2 years. When you do this that will be it, thereâs no turning back. Is a new life in the UK or America really worth all that?Â
âHere.â Gaz says coming over to you, he makes you jump, handing you a USB stick. You take and frown.Â
âPlug it into any computer and it will copy all the files over.â He says, you nod at him, he lingers for longer then he needs to. Maybe heâs warming up to you too.Â
âWhen you find Alex, tell him 141 sent you. Heâll know to trust you.â
âAre you sure?â You ask sceptical. You know if theyâve been trying to get info out of him itâs very unlikely he will trust you, or anyone for that matter of fact. You might have to resort to dragging him out.
âIâm sure.â You sigh looking out the window. The sun is coming up. You should leave sooner rather than later, itâs at least 20 kilometers back to the border, wait any longer and the story youâve constructed might not make sense. You zip your jacket up.
âI should get going.âÂ
âWeâll be waiting at the rendezvous point. Weâll give you until sunset.â Price says. You nod looking around at them all one last time. You canât believe youâre doing this, trusting the enemy. Maybe they wonât wish you luck. Maybe they donât mind if you die, one less thing for them to worry about. You get to the door and press down on the handle, as soon as youâre through this door you have to make peace with whatever choice youâre making.Â
âGood luck.â Gaz calls. That you didnât expect. You smile at him then walk through the door closing it behind you.
You let out a long breath and look up at the sky lit up with red and orange as the morning sun peaks over the horizon. They trust you, theyâre letting you go. You donât have to do anything for them. Youâre pretty sure that if you told Ivan about them you would be rewarded just as much. Maybe not an all expenses paid trip to the UK or America but enough.Â
You feel around your jacket for a cigarette before remembering you donât have any. You should go back and ask Ghost for one, youâre sure heâll give you one. He smokes a good brand too, American you think, clean and filtered not like the black market shit youâre used to.Â
Instead you find yourself walking over to the shed where the bodies are piled up. By the looks of things theyâre all head wounds, that's something at least, they didnât suffer. You close your eyes and say a dua for them, youâre not that religious but itâs the least they deserve, besides it is partly your fault theyâre dead.Â
When you open your eyes again you reach down into one of their pockets and pull out the packet of half smoked cigarettes and the lighter. You heard once that smoking a dead man's smokes was bad luck. You think people just make that up so they can get first dibs. You take one out and put it in your mouth.Â
You couldnât end up with any more bad luck even if you tried.Â
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âYou said the ULF where moving north not fucking marines.â You snap at Ivan. He called for you as soon as you made it into the base. Itâs almost midday, most people had gone to meet Makarov's entourage apparently, the place was running on a skeleton crew.Â
Good, easier for you.
âThe packages?âÂ
âDead.â
âShit, they were tech specialists, Al-Qatala needed them.âÂ
âExplains why they were shit lookouts.â You mutter under your breath. The other man in the room catches that and you look over at him. You still have no idea who he is, heâs barely said a word since you entered the room. Just looks at you now and then from over his laptop.
âWhy did they let you live?â He asks, his accent is thicker, heâs not from round here. Maybe heâs not even Russian at all.
âI patched up one of their injured. They let me live.âÂ
âWhich way did they go?â
âWest.â You lie. Both the men look at each other then back down at the map.
âSakhra?â Ivan asks.
âMakes sense If they have one injured theyâll want to head to a neutral hospital or a ULF. The Americans have been getting too close to the border for my liking.â The other man says shrugging.Â
âHow sure are you that they're heading west?âÂ
âI overheard them talking before they left.â You explain.
âWell, I have to deal with a very angry Al-Qatala contact. You better get yourself ready. Makarov will have jobs for you I'm sure.â Ivan says.Â
âAnd you wouldn't want to mess them up.â The other man says, you can tell itâs a warning, you hold your ground though. Youâre not going to let some stranger bother you.Â
âWhat's he doing here? Makarov?â You ask as Ivan turns away.Â
âNot really any of your business but let's just say he's planning a nice surprise for the ULF. And now we have an American who knows all their movements there's no way we miss.â The other man says.Â
âHas he talked?âÂ
âNot yet, but he will. The Butchers on his way. A little gift from Al-Qatala.â Ivan says. Shit. You have to move quick if youâre going to get him out here it has to be now. You leave the room, closing the door behind you. Before you head to the prison wing you skip into Iavns office. He never locks it, he's going to regret that.Â
You walk around the desk straight over to the PC and plug the USB in, a second later a loading bar pops up on the screen. You look round the desk, scanning over the papers for anything interesting. Your heart is hammering in your chest, you keep glancing up to the door hoping no one will come in.
You look back at the PC, it's only 50% done. You start to look through the drawers for anything, even if it is just to keep you busy. You see plans, plans for some kind of weapon. You take them out, folding them up and shove them into your pocket.Â
The transfer is almost done. You hear a door close, youâre holding your breath, your hands run over the papers on the desk. You hear Ivan's voice, the bar is only at 90%. You panic, heâs probably coming to his office, you need to distract him. You go round to the other side of the desk leaning against it. You hear a beep on the computer, the USB must be done, you reach over pulling it out and shoving it in you pocket with the papers.Â
You only just manage to compose yourself as he walks in. A smile grows on his face. He walks up to you, his hand resting on your hip.
âYouâve got me in a whole bunch of trouble. Least you could do is make it worth my while.â He says, you can smell the vodka on his breath as he leans in to kiss your neck. You donât have time for this, one of his hands slips round to grab your ass. Itâs like he wants to pick you up and put you on the desk.
âIvan,â you breathe as his hand presses dangerously close to the other back pocket. He pulls his mouth off your neck. âI have stuff to do.âÂ
âYeah you do.â He says with that stupid grin on his face before pressing his lips to yours. Normally you wouldnât mind but youâre about to betray him this feels wrong. You push him off you. He huffs crossing his arms.
âI really have to get ready. Besides, don't you have to prepare for our special VIP?â You say, he tips his head to the side you can tell heâs not happy about this. He steps away walking round to the other side of his desk and you turn with him.
âFuck Makarov, this whole plan is pointless. The American is not going to talk, heâs rushing into this too quickly.âÂ
âWhat does he want?â You ask, maybe now youâre alone heâll give you some more answers.Â
âHe wants to take over the northern territories.âÂ
âOf Urzikstan?â Ivan nods. âHeâs crazy, heâll turn Al-Qatala against him.âÂ
âHe wants to use it as a bargaining chip.â he says.Â
âNot going to be much bargaining if heâs dead.â You scoff crossing your arms. That explains why heâs so nonchalant about upsetting Al-Qatala, when Makarov is done, lost techs will be the least of their worries.Â
âOn top of that heâs got us chasing some military unit helping Farah.â Your stomach sinks.Â
âMilitary unit?â You ask, swallowing the nerves.
âYeah 141 or something. Anyway, Iâve had people looking for them for weeks. We donât even know if theyâre still in the country.â He says going to type on his computer.Â
âI know where they areâ It would be so easy 5 little words to turn the tide. Ivan wouldnât believe you at first, heâd want some kind of proof. You tell him about the safehouse, the injured captain. Their names; Ghost, Gaz, Soap and Price. Then heâd send out a search party, if youâre lucky heâd let you lead it.Â
You push the thought away, you need to leave. Get Alex and leave.Â
âWell, if I find them Iâll let you know.â You say heading for the door. He hums his focus switched from you to his computer.Â
âHey.â He calls as youâre about to close the door. âYouâll be back later right? Iâve missed you.â He hasnât missed you, heâs missed sex. You smile and nod at him.Â
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âYou look like shit.â Caleb says offering you the last of his cigarette. You take it sucking a deep breath in and letting it calm you. It didnât take you long to walk over to the prison building, of course Caleb was already waiting for you, he waved at you when he saw you walk through the front gate.
âHeard you fucked your job.â He chuckles.
âHear a lot with those massive ears of yours.â You say reaching up to flick him. He bats your hand away. âThought you would be out with the others going to pick up Makarov?âÂ
âFuck that.â He laughs, you smile, throwing the butt on the floor and stamping it out. You follow him back into the prison wing. Itâs pretty much empty, whatever people were being held here yesterday have been moved, most likely to make room for Alex and his inevitable torture. Â
âHeard youâve got an American here?â You ask looking round at the shabby built cells.Â
âYeah.â He says pointing down the hall. There are at least two other guards. Hopefully you can get Caleb to turn a blind eye, then you only need to worry about them. And the guards on the gate, and the extra security that will come after you as soon as they know thereâs been a break out.Â
âHeard The Butchers coming to question him.âÂ
âOof, unlucky guy.â He winces. You walk down a different hall with him. Other than the main door you just walked though thereâs another door at the end of this hall, youâre pretty sure it leads into the staff room. The only other way out would be through one of the windows.Â
One way in and one way out at least that's something.Â
âAnyway, how did you manage to mess up your job?â Calab asks.
âMarines came in and caught me off guard. No one warned me there were Americans around.â You say sticking to the made up story, no need to get Calab into trouble.
âAt least youâve been out doing something. Ivan has the whole place on edge with this Makarov visit. Maybe itâs good you're back so soon maybe you can calm him down.â He jokes nudging you. You roll your eyes. Nudging him back. Itâs just sex, mindless stupid sex. And yeah maybe Ivan looks away when you fuck up from time to time, like today.Â
âWhat did he get bored of the cook house girl?â You tease back, Caleb laughs. You walk on a little further mustering up the confidence to ask him. You have to be careful, out of anyone you want Caleb to get hurt the least. Youâre going to miss your chats with him and the free smokes.Â
âI need a favor.â You say stopping him and gripping his arm. He frowns at you, he seems to sense the unease in your voice looking around before leaning in closer to you.Â
âThe American. I need to talk to him. 30 seconds alone.â You say trying your best not to sound nervous.Â
âAre you crazy? Ivanâs got that shit locked down. No one is allowed to look in his direction let alone talk to him.â Caleb whispers gripping your arm hard.Â
âIâll deal with Ivan.â You say. âYou owe me, remember?â He shakes his head.Â
âNot this, theyâll kill me if anything happens to him.âÂ
âYou owe me.â You say again this time gritting your teeth, you donât exactly have time to negotiate. He sighs looking around.Â
â30 seconds. No more.â He says. You smile reaching up and kiss his cheek.Â
âThank you.â He shakes his head and calls the other guards over. You move past them pretending to head for the exit before turning down the hall where Caleb pointed earlier. You take the key off the wall opening the door to the makshift cell. Thereâs a man sitting on the bed. He springs up as soon as you step in.
âI was sent by 141. Are you Alex?â You ask, holding your arms out to show him you don't have anything. He nods, frowning, as well as he can, his head is bruised and one of his eyes is almost swollen closed. The few clothes theyâve left him in are drenched through with what you assume is water and blood and heâs holding his other arm like itâs broken. He has a fake leg too, youâre surprised they let him keep it. He doesnât look in the best shape, they havenât really even patched his wounds up very well. He must have given them one hell of a fight.Â
âIâm here to get you out. I donât have time to explain, you just need to trust me.â You say leaving the room. He hesitates a second then follows you. You go over to the guards table and pick up a weapon, loading it and putting another mag in your pocket.Â
âCan you walk?â You ask, trying to keep an eye on the door Caleb would have taken the guards through. As soon as they see you theyâll open fire and sound the alarm. You need to leave. You start to head towards the door, clicking the safety off your gun. You quickly look behind you to make sure Alex is following, he is but too slow for your liking, hobbling and reaching out for the wall to help guide him. You should really help him, throw his arm over your shoulder and let him lean on you.
Before you can even begin to move towards him the door at the end of the room opens. A guard looks at you, his eyes then flick to Alex who has finaly made it to you. You donât have time to think you bring the weapon up and shoot him.Â
Move! Your brain screams. The shot will have alerted people. You grip Alexeâs arm and drag him through the door out into the courtyard. You run pulling him along the building towards the main road. You can see the gate from here, it should be a straight sprint but Alex is slow and before you have a chance to make it to the home stretch shots ring past you.Â
You pull Alex round the side of a building. You look back to see Caleb shouting orders as more guards run round. Alex is huffing next to you gripping his arm again. You panic, you canât stay here for long. Thereâs no alarms going off yet but they know where you are so it won't take them long to reach you.Â
You look over at the entrance of the base. Itâs close but, itâs way too open to run down the main road. You could jump the wall and roll down the bank. It will give you cover but then the guards on the gate will have a great view of you. You pull the mag out of your gun, you only fired one shot. You basically have a full mag. Youâre going to have to fight your way out of this.Â
âWeâre going to have to hop that wall. Think you can manage that?â You ask as you turn to Alex. He nods and opens his mouth but before he has a chance to say anything more shots ring out hitting the wall where youâre hiding behind.
You hear somone call out their reloading. Itâs now or never. You jump out from behind the building and sprint across to the wall. You hear Caleb call your name as you throw yourself over rolling down the embankment. You hear Alex cry out in pain as he rolls down the small incline behind you, heâs definitely got something broken.
You get to your knees watching him writhe in pain. You donât have time for this. Alarms ring out. Now you really donât have time for this. You look over to the entrance. The gates are being locked. Great now youâre going to need to get keys.Â
At least that's easy to do if the person is dead. You reach over gripping Alexâs arm pulling him to his feet. He cries out in pain, you donât have time to worry about it as more shots ring out. You can see Caleb running down the main road towards you, you pull Alex over the drain and up the opposite embankment. You let go of his arm to open fire on the guards in front of you. Thereâs only two of them, theyâre surprisingly easy to take down- youâre a better shot then you thought.Â
You take cover behind the inspection booth, Alex kneels down beside you. You hand him your gun.
âI need to get a key, cover me.â You say. You donât know if you trust him, or if heâll even be a good shot but heâs better than nothing. He nods, you crawl out over to one of the bodies. Shots ring out behind you. Well heâs not killed you yet. You fumble around the guards belt and pockets. Nothing.
âShit!â you call crawling over to the other guard out in the open. More shots ring out, from in front and behind you. Alex must have picked up a weapon off the guard. You find the ring of keys clipped on the guards belt. Your hands are shaking from adrenaline as you try to unhook them.
âWatch out!â Alex shouts. You donât get time to look up before someone kicks you in the back. You look over at Alex fumbling with a mag. A shot rings out and he ducks behind the booth just in time.Â
âFuck.â You say pulling yourself back up to your knees. Youâre surprised the person lets you get up. Before you can get to your feet though a hot pain radiates through your side. It makes you dizzy, you scream balling your hands into fists.Â
Itâs worse than anything youâve ever felt before. Have you been shot? You quickly use the adrenaline to force yourself to your feet. When you turn you see a guard. Before you have time to react his head explodes and he lands beside you. You look over at Alex, heâs still fumbling with the clip.Â
You turn to see Caleb bringing his weapon down to his side, he looks sad, heâs your friend and you're betraying him. You reach down to touch where the pain is. Your head is swimming, your hands feel blood, then cold metal. Thereâs a knife, youâve been stabbed.
âNo!â you yell at Alex as he comes back from round the booth holding the weapon at Caleb. Caleb holds up the keys, you smile at him. He pushes past you, opening the gate. You stumble over, each step sending shooting pains through your body, you grit your teeth so you donât cry out with each step.Â
âYou owe me!â Caleb says as he throws his arm around you. You lean up against him as he half drags you into the tree line.
âOn the other side of the tree line. Thereâs a truck.â You say switching to English.Â
âRescue?â Caleb asks in English, you smile crying out in pain as you step over a fallen tree.Â
âThat's where 141 are waiting.â You say, itâs getting harder to focus, at least the sound of the alarm from the base isnât ringing in your ears anymore.Â
â141!â Caleb asks, shocked. âYou know Makarov is looking for them.âÂ
âI know.â You say through gritted teath as the adrenaline starts to fade from your system. Each movement is excruciating, and you can feel a chill in the air making you shake. If it wasnât for Caleb's support you donât think youâd be able to walk. You can barely hear the alarm now, at least no one is shooting at you. Maybe theyâre not going to follow you.Â
âHow do you know 141?â Alex asks as he watches round you, his weapon still drawn.
âItâs a long story.â You say breathless. You want to pull the knife out, it hurts so much. You know you shouldn't though. Not until you have something to pack the wound with.Â
âJust keep going.â Caleb says, hitching you up tighter to him as you start to stumble. You can barely see whatâs happening, the forest becoming a mix of blurry greens and browns. It feels like youâve been walking for miles when you hear the engine of a truck. It makes your adrenaline spike, giving you a brief moment of clarity as you make it to the edge of the tree line.
âItâs them!â You hear the familiar Scottish accent. The sun blinds you as you make it through the trees.Â
âShit, what happened?â You hear someone ask, there are more hands on you now. Someone else's arm comes around you and Caleb's arm leaves.Â
âWho are you?â A gun clicks.
âCaleb, friend.â You call out to them. You hear whoever is holding your curse under his breath, it's Soap you think. Itâs getting harder to concentrate.Â
âGaz, give me a hand.â Soap says you cry out your hand flying to your side as youâre picked up.Â
âWhat happened?â Price asks. You donât hear the response, youâre trying to focus on not passing out as youâre pulled into the back of a truck. Thereâs banging and clattering. You don't have time to question how they got their hands on a military truck.
âHey, lass, câmon stay with us weâll get you sorted.â Itâs Soap. You groan as bandages are pressed around the knife, it makes black spots flash across your vision.
"Don't take it out." You say.
"Yeah, yeah, don't worry, this isn't my first rodeo." Soap says, it makes you smile and you look up out the back of the truck. You can see Price smiling with his hand on Alexâs shoulder, Gaz taking the weapon out Caleb's hand. Then you see it in the distance, a truck.Â
Price notices it too. He helps Alex get in the truck next to you, closing the back.
âGhost, let's move!â He shouts. Gaz has vanished, you hear a door slam. Price pulls himself in the truck holding his arm out for Caleb. It doesnât matter though.
Shots ring out, they hit the truck, you see Price duck, then the flash of blood. Caleb's hit, his body goes limp and falls to the floor as the truck pulls away.Â
Youâre not sure what happens next. You scream as Caleb's body gets smaller covered in the dirt kicked up by the truck. Soap presses your sholders down. Suddenly Price is leaning over you, more shots ring out hitting the truck. You feel tears stream down your face. You got him killed, the only person you didnât want to get hurt.Â
âAlex! Cover fire!â You watch as Price hands him an AR, they both move down to the end of the truck returning fire. Your body is being flung from side to side as the truck drives out the forest and onto a road.Â
You donât care what happens now, you donât care if you die. You did your job, you got Alex out. You close your eyes letting out a breath.Â
âNo, no, no! Eyes open câmon!â Itâs Soap again. Your eyes snap open as he shakes you. The gunfire dies down, maybe youâve lost them. Maybe they wonât follow you out on a main road.
âCaleb.â You say. âHis name was Caleb.â Soap frowns for a second then lets out a sigh.Â
âJohnny.â He says.Â
âNice to meet you Johnny.â You smile. He smiles back. You canât stay awake anymore. Your head is spinning, black spots fade into your vision. He calls out to you, shaking you but you just canât stay awake. Your last thought is of Caleb as everything goes black.

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Cross My Heart
Chapter 2 - Forced Proximity
Summary: poly141 x reader. Enemies to lovers. WC:6k Original abridged version HERE
CW: blood, death, medical inaccuracies, medical procedures, war.
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This time when they talk they let you stay in the room. Maybe they expect you to help, maybe they expect you to know what to do. You stand in silence until they ask for your input, from what you can gather they donât know this region very well.Â
âYou said this region is controlled by Al-Qatala?â Ghost asks you.Â
âYeah but itâs not like theyâre out patrolling.â You say, you keep the fact that Al-Qatala has low numbers quiet, even if they were supposed to be patrols they donât have the people for it. The ULF hit them pretty hard when they killed Hadir.Â
âYou will go with Ghost, lead him to the town and get what you need,â Price says.
âCap, shouldnât I go too?â Soap asks.Â
âNo, weâre already one man down, youâre staying here.â Price says. You watch as Ghost moves around preparing his gear.Â
âYouâre really going to make me go into Al-Qatala territory with nothing?â You ask as Ghost prepares his weapon.Â
âWhat do you mean youâre going in with the best of us.â Soap says winking at you. You frown at him looking back over at Ghost.Â
âJust give me my pistol back. What? You think I'm going to shoot him?â You scoff. Thereâs silence in the room, you look around. Yes, yes they do think that. You sigh, zipping your jacket up and going over to the door.Â
You wait in silence as Ghost comes to stand next to you. Heâs dressed in full gear and youâre in basic clothes, not even anything camouflaged.Â
âHere.â Gaz comes over to you handing you a radio and an earpiece. You frown at him.Â
âI donât know how to use this.â You say.Â
âYouâll figure it out.â He says walking back over to the sofa with Price whoâs been watching you the whole time. You clip the radio onto your belt and put the earpiece in fiddling with what you think is the volume tuner.Â
âReady?â Ghost asks. You look up at him and nod. âHow far is this place again?âÂ
âA few kilometres east.â You respond. He reaches over, handing you a knife hilt first. You almost want to laugh at him.Â
âCanât do much with a knife.â You say, itâs spitfull, you want your gun back. You take the knife regardless.
âYou can do alot with a knife.â He says and reaches down, opening the door and walking out into the night.Â
âGood luck.â Price calls. You look back at him and nod.Â
You tuck the knife into your belt and follow Ghost into the darkness.Â
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You walk almost the whole way in silence. Ghost walks quickly and youâre struggling to keep up with him but he keeps checking to make sure youâre not falling too far behind or stabbing him in the back.Â
âYou donât talk much.â You say catching up to him. He looks over at you.Â
âHavenât got much to say to you.â He says. Itâs a low blow but to be expected, they donât trust you and you really donât trust them.Â
âWhat's with the mask?â You ask, maybe heâll tell you that. He sighs but doesnât answer, you shouldnât care, these people would put a bullet in your head. They probably still will if you give them half a chance. You come up to the village, there are still working lights but the place is abandoned.Â
The scars of the war are still fresh in this region, the buildings blown up or littered with bullets. Most people fled further south where the ULF were setting up camps and protecting the villages. They did what they could but itâs not the ULFâs job to fix this and theyâre doing a pretty shit job anyway.Â
You make it up to the first street, the place seems eerily quiet, the only noise is the sounds of your feet walking down the cracked concrete streets. Al-Qatala flags still hang out of windows of conquered buildings like some sick trophy, tattered Urzikstan flags lay in the streets.Â
âWhy the skull?â You ask. âI mean I get the whole; wanting to hide your identity. But why add the skull?â You see him grip his weapon a little tighter.
âHow did you know about this place?â Ghost asks, changing the subject.
âIt was taken over by Al-Qatala about a year ago. Been pretty much abandoned since then.â You say, the wind has picked up and you can see thick clouds in the sky blocking out the light from the moon.
âThe ULF donât come this far north, itâs a good way point for smugglers.â You say. Youâve passed through here many times, itâs barely changed since you were here a few weeks ago.Â
âYou really seem to hate the ULF.â He says as a matter of fact.
âTheyâre both as bad as each other. If anything Konni have been the best, at least for work.âÂ
âDoesnât bother you, they're helping terrorists.â He says, there's a bitterness in his voice.Â
âThe ULF killed my father in a hospital.â You say, anger rises in you. âI never got to say goodbye, I never got to see his body.âÂ
âYou said your mum worked for them.âÂ
âShe did, she was killed by Al-Qatala, she was working for Farah.â You say, he doesnât say anything. You make it to the top of the street.Â
âRight.â You say pointing down the road. You walk a little further before talking again.
âWhat about you? Youâre British living a comfy life. What are you doing here?â You ask.Â
âWeâre after someone.âÂ
âIn Al-Qatala? Itâs pretty clear youâre friendly with the ULF.â He shakes his head.
âNo.â He says stopping. You hum looking over at him, his eyes are darting around. You look into the darkness of the town, you canât see or hear anything. Besides this time of night thereâs no chance of anyone being around.Â
âEver killed anyone?â He asks suddenly and keeps walking.Â
âMaybe.â You say trying to sound confident. âWhy should it matter, youâre a soldier, you took an oath before you killed people. At least Iâm doing it to keep innocent people alive.âÂ
âYou smuggle people for Konni, Makarov.â
âIâve smuggled people for the ULF too, like I said, I work for whoever pays.â He scoffs. Youâre surprised, he usually seems so reserved. Thereâs a reason for the mask, thereâs a reason heâs the most intimidating. Maybe he tortures people, maybe heâs one of those morally fucked up soldiers youâve seen in the American films. Â
âProper opportunist aren't you?â You can hear the sarcasm in his voice.Â
âFuck you.â You snap, shaking your head. You go turn the corner ignoring his remarks, he doesnât get to hold you hostage and judge you. Suddenly he grabs your arm and pulls you between some buildings.Â
âGet the fuck off-â he slams his hand over your mouth pulling you against his chest. You start to fight him then you hear voices. You stop struggling as they get closer.
âThe place is empty, why are we back here?â You hear one of them say in arabic.Â
âKhaled wants to take this place over. Use it to cut off the ULF movements.â Someone else replies. Does Ghost understand arabic? You assume he doesnât.Â
âI thought I would be home with my family before the end of the month.âÂ
âWhen was the last time you saw them?â The other asks as you watch them pass past you, youâre holding your breath, your body is stiff against Ghost.Â
â10 months ago.âÂ
âYouâll see them soon, mashallah.â They walk out your view, their lights fading, leaving you back in darkness. Ghostâs hand slowly leaves your mouth, your heart is hammering in your chest. He lets you stand up, releasing his grip round you. You want to thank him, they would have killed you if theyâd seen you. How did he even hear them coming?
âLet's move.â he whispers, pushing past you out towards the street. You follow him close as you walk out into the street, sticking close to the buildings and following the shadows, the lights are sparser up here- lots of shadows for you to sneak through. Â
âUp there to the left.â You say pointing at the larger building ahead of you both. The place is surrounded by a chain link fence. The building looks more rundown than you remember, maybe itâs already been raided and youâre out of luck.Â
âRound the back there's a smashed in door, I doubt itâs been repaired.â You say behind Ghost, still trying to keep your voice low.Â
âCopy.â He says. You let him lead, following him close to the building. He pulls something off his vest cutting the links in the fence. He holds it open, nodding at you to sneak through. You go through first heading over to the door. Itâs open, you can see from here. You just hope the place hasnât been raided too hard.Â
Itâs dark, there are no lights, no electricity. Ghost comes in behind you clicking on a torch. He hands you another one, you take it out his hands turning it on and shining it over the signs.Â
âWho taught you English?â He asks.Â
âMy parents said if I wanted to go anywhere in life I should learn English. I was brought up speaking both.â You keep the fact you can speak Russian silent. Donât ask, donât tell. The more advantages you have over them the better.Â
âHere.â You say shining the torch over a room that says surgery. The room looks like itâs just been closed up for the night. Cupboards are still full of sterile supplies. That's good, you should be able to find everything you need.
âIâm going to check for other supplies. Are you good here?â You look over at him nodding and pick up a bag off the counter, you watch him leave the doorway and head into another room down the hall.
Youâre not going to be able to find drugs. Price could use local anaesthesia and antibiotics, you donât even know where to start with human medicine, never mind dog medicine. You recognise tools though, sealed sterile gloves and tweezers, scalpels and plenty of different bandages and gauze.Â
You turn walking round the table and over to the other side looking for wraps, something you can use to make a somewhat sterile field. You try to remember what youâve seen from interning at the hospital for the last few years. You smile as you fill the bag, your parents were right, in the end the education was useful.Â
Youâll be able to take the bullet out and stich him up, itâs not going to be pleasant though. You pick up a kidney dish and a box of gloves. You make a mental note to ask Ivan to come back here and clean the place out, Konni could use these supplies. If you make it out alive of course.Â
Suddenly you hear a crash, grunting. Someone's in the building. There's an audible grunt, the sound punches, scraping of furniture. Thereâs no gunfire, you rush over to the hallway following the noise. You can see lights flashing in a room, you burst through the door.
Itâs hand to hand contact, theyâre fighting on the floor, the stranger is on top of Ghost. Youâre not thinking, if Ghost dies theyâll kill you. No matter what you say theyâll kill you. Your hand feels for the knife in your belt.Â
The man on top of Ghost looks bigger, he's not wearing any body armor, Ghost's weapon flung to the side. You donât have time to think you take the knife off your waist and jump at the guy on Ghost. You plunge the knife into the man's neck. Blood spurts out covering you all.Â
You feel hot blood wet your hand as choking noises leave his throat. He coughs blood on Simonâs face, you twist the knife, he barely gets a chance to gasp before his body goes limp. Â
You stand up leaving the knife in his neck. Ghost pushes the body off him. You reach out offering him your hand. He hesitates for a second before accepting it and you pull him up.Â
âHurry up, we need to go.â He says reaching down to pull the knife out his neck. He wipes it on his leg before handing it back to you.
âFuck me, not even a thank you.â You scoff putting the knife back on your hip. You leave the room going back into the surgery. You pack the last of the gauze and whatever sterile supplies you can find. An opened scalpel falls on the floor making you jump.Â
It still has the cover over the blade. Youâll have to give the knife back to Ghost but the scalpel, itâs small, no one would know you have it.Â
âLetâs go.â Ghost calls sticking his head in the room before leaving back towards the back door. You look at the scalpel on the floor.Â
If you take it and they find it they could kill you. If you leave it you have no way to defend yourself. You sigh looking over at the door.Â
How easy it would be to betray them.
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Itâs raining when you make it back to the safe house. AT least it helped wash some of the blood off you. Theyâve piled the bodies up in the shed. They probably wonât get any kind of funeral until Farahâs troops get here, even then if she learns who they are theyâll most likely be dumped somewhere. Or buried in a mass grave, not like the commander in Chief of the ULF has time for Russian Al-Qatala operatives.Â
âWhat happened!?â Soap asks, rushing up to Ghost.Â
âNothing. Just a slight complication.â You shake your head going over to the sofa and putting the bags down. Price looks up at you, you smile at him.Â
âCan I get cleaned up?â You ask the room while you take the radio and earpiece off and drop it on the table. You never even needed to use it anyway.Â
âYeah.â Price says. You walk over to Ghost being fussed over by Soap. You tap him on the shoulder and he turns to look at you. You hold the knife out for him.Â
âHere.â You say. He takes it out of your hand but doesnât say anything. You huff pressing your lips together, you didnât expect anything. You turn to head up to the bathroom.Â
âThanks.â He calls. It stops you in your tracks. You turn back and nod at him. The scalpel you hid in your waistband suddenly feels like a lead weight.Â
You ignore it and continue up the stairs, this is about survival nothing else. If it comes to it you want to take out Ghost first, he seems the biggest. Not that it would really matter anyway, as soon as you attack one theyâll all pounce on you.Â
Your best bet is still to help Price to earn your freedom. You pull it out from your waist band, it feels heavy in your hand, the metal is cold even though itâs been resting against your skin. You shouldnât feel guilty for wanting to protect yourself, these are trained killers, special forces and youâre the enemy.Â
You hide the scalpel between the mattress and the bed frame. No point in getting caught with it. Youâll help Price but you wonât take them over the border. Itâs too risky, you need them to trust you at least for now. Besides youâre about to maim their captain, or at least you assume heâs the captain. Gaz called him cap.Â
He ordered Ghost around and you thought he was incharge.Â
âHey.â The voice at the door makes you jump. You turn to see Soap looking at you. Heâs unarmed for once, maybe they are starting to trust you. âSorry, I wanted to say thank you.âÂ
âFor what?â You ask heading out the room. He blushes running his hand through his hair. Christ, what's he nervous about. He moves to the side to let you out into the hall.Â
âFor back in the vets with Ghost.âÂ
âSo he told you?â
âYeah, heâll never say a proper thank you. Heâs a bastard like that sometimes.â He chuckles, you step into the bathroom and pick up one of the towels and run it under the tap.
âI donât need a thank you.â You say looking over at him. He still looks nervous leaning against the side of the door. Maybe Ghost didn't want anyone to know he let his guard down. Probably not the best look that a seasoned SAS soldier can get jumped so easily.Â
âYeah, well, you could have let him die.â He says. You look down at your hands watching the water wash the blood away into the white porcelain sink. Itâs been a while since you've had to kill anyone.Â
âNo I couldnât. Then you would have killed me.â You say throwing the towel into the sink and push past him out the room.
Maybe you should have let him die, and run. Where though? Back to Konni? To Al-Qatala? You shake your head pushing the thoughts away. You'll patch Price up then youâll part ways. No need for you to stick around longer than you need to. Fuck the asylum in the UK, you donât believe that would happen anyway.Â
Ghost is not around but Soap follows you down the stairs and Gaz is sitting on the coffee table talking with Price. He goes silent when he turns to see you, standing up and moving behind the sofa. His eyes dig into you.Â
You swallow the nerves going over to the bag you dumped down when you came in. You pick it up and drop it on the coffee table.Â
âAre you sure you want to do this?â You ask him one last time. He looks up and nods.Â
âItâs worse to leave it in, right?â Price asks.Â
âYes and no. Itâs going to hurt. Thereâs no anesthetic.â You say. Why are you trying to talk him out of this? Why should you care if he hurts?
âIâve been through worse.âÂ
âCap, are you sure?â Gaz leans down to whisper next to his head. You feel like youâre interrupting something.
âIf you need time-â You donât get time to finish.
âNo. Iâm ready.â Price says sitting up straighter on the sofa. âItâs fine Gaz.â He waves the other man away but he doesnât move, just stands back up crossing his arms.
âTake your shirt off and lie down.â You say bending down next to the sofa.Â
âDo you need a chair or somthinâ?â Soap asks, you turn to him and shake your head. He smiles. You look through the bag, you think you have everything. You recognise everything, you managed to grab a lot. But you only have 2 pairs of sterile gloves, you shouldnât need them, the chances of them being on date anyway are unlikely.
Gaz helps Price take his shirt off, he winces especially when he moves on the side of his injury. You look at the bandage on his stomach. Now youâre calmer, getting a better look at it, itâs not as central as you thought it was.Â
âDid you have a vest on?â You ask.Â
âYeah, went right through.â Price says as he lays back on the sofa, resting his head on the arm.Â
âYouâre lucky the bullet didnât shatter.â You press on his side where he showed you yesterday, it's starting to bruise. It really must be closer to the surface then you think.
âLucky the guy missed.âÂ
âSome would argue he didnât miss.â You say, tipping your head and turning back to the coffee table. You lay out your instruments, double checking everything. What should you be worried about? You think to yourself. Itâs been years since youâve done something like this on a dummy let alone a real person.Â
Shock, he could go into shock if the pain is too much. Heâs fit and healthy, well other than the hole in his stomach.Â
âI can take the bullet out and stitch both the wounds. What would you like me to do first?âÂ
âWhich will hurt less?â He asks, scoffing. Thereâs the nerves, the break in his demeanor. You ignore it, youâd be shitting yourself too. You donât really know how to answer that. The stitches will have to be deeper on the entry wound, but would that be more or less painful then slicing his skin open and fishing around for a bullet?
âTheyâre both going to hurt,â you say, itâs the truth. He sighs looking behind you at Soap.Â
âStitch the entry wound first.â A gruff voice behind you says. You donât need to turn to know itâs Ghost. Price nods and you kneel up pulling the bandages off. As you begin to undo the tape fresh blood drips out and you need to reach over to start dabbing it up. Before you take the steri-strips off you pull on some gloves and reach into the bag for one more thing.
âHere.â You hand him some wooden tongue depressors. âIn case you need to bite down on something.â He takes them, raising an eyebrow.Â
âIâm tougher than you think.â he says.Â
âItâs not about being tough.â You snap back. Now your nerves are showing, you take a breath. âItâs so you donât bite your fucking tongue off and bleed out.âÂ
He nods. You can do this, itâs just stitches, you've done this before, you can do it again. You turn back over to him resting the tray on his chest and pulling the last of the bandage off. It would be easier if you had 2 people, you donât want to ask any of them for help, besides you need them around to keep an eye on him. You take one last breath getting comfy on your knees.Â
âReady?â You ask turning to look up at him.Â
âReady.â He says. You angle the needle squeezing the tweezers in your hands. Now or never. You say to yourself and plunge the needle into the skin.Â
He lasts longer than you thought he would before he makes his first audible groans. You snap to look up at him quickly when youâre done with the next pass. His eyes are squeezed closed, sweat building on his forehead.Â
âAlmost done.â You lie mopping the blood escaping from the fresh wounds. Heâs going to need at least 6 more stitches before you can tie this off. It came back to you in an instant, as soon as you made the first pass through. Itâs like riding a bike you never really forget.Â
âWant to take a break?â Gaz asks.Â
âNo.â He grits through his teeth. Good, stopping now wouldn't be smart, youâre over half-way done.Â
âYou can have a break when I'm done.â You say passing the needle though again. Itâs not perfect but it will hold, paired with the bandages itâs all he needs until he can get to a proper medic or a hospital.
âWould kill for a whisky.â He says trying to keep still. That makes you smile. At least heâs still joking, talking. At least he's conscious.Â
âAlcohol thins your blood.â You say, âYouâd bleed out quicker.â You regret saying it immediately, looking up at him, you see his throat bob as he swallows, his eyes are squeezed closed. You feel like you can hear people shuffling uncomfortably behind you, hushed voices youâre not paying attention to, trying to concentrate. Youâve been biting the inside of your cheek trying not to show your true nerves, you hope they canât tell.Â
âAlmost done.â You assure him.
âYou keep saying that.â He says, his breathing picks up. This is going to be the worst part, you saved it till last. You speed up as much as you dare, you want to get this over with before he starts to freak out. You donât like how shallow his breathing has become.Â
âLast stitch.â You say pushing the needle through the skin one more time. You let out an audible sigh of relief as you reach over for the scissors. âDone.â Itâs all you can manage.Â
You tie off the tread sitting back on your knees. Itâs done. You look over at him, his eyes open again, his head tipped back against the sofa pillow.Â
You reach over for the bandages and dress the wound. Your hands start to shake as adreanile pulses through you. You take your time making sure the dressing will hold then you get up to your feet.Â
âTake a break, maybe get something to drink. Water.â You say, swallowing the nerves. It almost makes you gag. You need to clear your head. You need fresh air. You turn making a b-line for the front door, you pull your gloves off, throwing them away. You suck in the cold air, it feels like youâre going to hyperventilate, you focus on deep breaths.Â
You feel sick bending over and bracing your hands on your thighs. In and out.Â
âHoly shit.â You say pushing as much air out your lungs as you can. That really just happened. You just stitched up a fucking SAS officer with no ansathetic. And youâre still not done, he still has a bullet in him.Â
You hear the door opening behind you. You straighten yourself up, running your arms down your body. You turn to look, itâs Ghost. He hands you a bottle of water.
âThanks.â You say reaching out to take it from him. Â
âYou did good.â He says after youâve taken a few sips.Â
âItâs just stitches.â You say trying to not let your confidence falter. Canât have them losing confidence in you.Â
âAre you sure taking the bullet out of him is the best option?â He asks. You turn to look at him finishing the bottle.Â
âThe bullet could move if he does, it could hit an organ, cause internal bleeding. Itâs close to the surface though, it could just be stuck below the skin. I have no way of knowing until-â the word catches in your throat. âItâs safer to remove it.â You walk up to him and hand him the empty bottle, he nods.Â
When you get back in the building youâre surprised at how warm it is, youâd never noticed that until now. Or maybe itâs the adrenaline wearing off in your system. You need that right now because youâre about to slice up an SAS soldier and pull out a bullet.Â
If your parents could see you now would they be proud? Or would they hate you for helping the enemy. When you become a doctor, or a nurse or any kind of medical professional you take a vow to help anyone no matter what. No matter their status or affiliation everyone is human and everyone bleeds.Â
You didnât take a vow though. You didnât promise to âdo no harmâ the people in this room could still kill you. You look over at Price, he looks fine inspecting the bandage on his stomach. Gaz hasnât moved, Soap and Ghost are still standing close by with weapons in their hands.Â
One wrong move and youâll be dead. You walk back over to Price and take your position kneeled on the floor beside him. Â
âLooks good.â He says. He seems better than before, his breathing has normalised and his colour is back. Gaz takes the glass of water out his hand, heâs the only one not holding a weapon.Â
âThanks.â You say cleaning up the stuff youâve used and setting up the new stuff you need. The scalpel seems heavy in your hand for some reason. Your mind wonders the one upstairs. You drape the incision site the best you can, you donât have a pen to mark where you want to cut youâre going in blind. Lucky if youâre right the bullet isn't too deep, itâs probably just stuck in the muscle. Worst case scenario itâs lodged in an organ, based on the trajectory it could have ruptured the intestines.Â
You pull on sterile gloves this time and wipe his skin with an alcohol swab Â
âReady?â You ask as you pick up the scalpel. The clean sterile scalpel, not like the rusted one upstairs.Â
âThis one should hurt less right?â He asks.Â
âYes.â You say. Maybe if he believes it it will hurt less, like a placebo effect or whatever they call it. The blade is hovering over the shin, the skin is bruised and swollen.Â
This is not going to be fun.Â
âHey.â Price calls, you look up at him. âDonât look so nervous, what's the worst that could happen.âÂ
He could die.Â
âIâm not nervous.â You bring the blade down. âItâs going to be hard, but try to keep still.âÂ
You press the blade into the skin. A groan leaves his mouth, his head presses back into the sofa pillow again. You have to act fast, mopping up the blood as it spills out. You thought youâd cut deep enough but apparently not. You squeeze the skin fleeing for the bullet. Itâs still there, it's not moved. You make another incision going deeper.Â
Youâre through the fat and it has to be stuck in the muscle. You reach over for your tweezers, using your other hand to try and isolate it.Â
âChrist.â Price says as you dig around.Â
âI know, I'm sorry. Slippery thing keeps moving.â You say frowning. You manage to find it reaching for the clamp, if you can keep it still you can cut down to it.Â
âGot it.â You say after a few seconds of poking around. Thank god you donât have to dig much deeper. You take the tweezers and pull it out. âLook.âÂ
Price looks up, when he sees it he smiles.
âFree souvenir.â Soap says. You reach around dropping it with the tweezers into the kidney bowl. Now you just need to stitch this up. Easier said than done.Â
âHowâd you learn to do all this if youâre not a doctor?â Price asks, you're surprised he's talking. He looks more relaxed, you look up, he's squeezing Gazâs hand. Poor Gaz.Â
âI would hang out in the skills labs with the surgical interns when I was at the hospital. My father would be in surgery, my mother working. They would teach me. I used to enjoy it as a kid, playing with fake skin watching them work.âÂ
âWhat happened? Why did you move away from medicine?â Gaz asks.
âI got bored, wanted to do something other than be stuck in a hospital all my life.â You look up at him, he hasnât moved. âI saw how hard my parents worked. They would miss birthdays, eid. I didn't want a life like that.âÂ
âIs smuggling easier?â Price asks, raising an eyebrow.
âNo but it's more fun.â You hear Gaz scoff, he keeps a grip on Priceâs hand.Â
âIt pays well, it gives me freedom.â You sigh. âI grew up in a war torn country. I donât have many choices.âÂ
âEver thought about the army?â Price asks. You laugh, shaking your head.Â
âI did my national service. That was enough for me.âÂ
âI think youâd do good.â
âI think it's all bullshit.â You say trying not to snap at him. You focus on your stitching, you canât get it out of your head though. Like the military is so great. You did your time as required, the officers you trained with wanted to groom you into the medical field. Everyone knew your father, the trauma surgeon who trained in America and saved lives on the battlefield.Â
Youâre just his underachieving fuck up of a daugther. It made your time in the service worse.  Â
âWhereâs your rescue anyway? I would have thought the UK would be desperate to get 4 SAS out of here.â No one says anything. You look up at Gaz, then over at Price.Â
âWeâre helping Farah.â Soap says.
âAh, that makes sense. Last I heard most western countries declared them a terrorist organisation right?â You look over at Price, he nods. Youâre almost done, you wipe the blood away reaching over for the scissors.Â
âWhy do you need to get into Russia if youâre helping Farah?â No one says anything. You sigh, tying off the thread. âI canât help you if I donât know why.âÂ
âI thought you didnât like to know details?â Ghost asks.Â
âWe need to find Alex first.â Price says. You drop the tools in the kidney dish picking up bandages.Â
âIf you lost him on the border Konni will have him.â You say as a matter of fact.
âHow do you know?â Ghost asks.Â
âI know the person who runs the Konni base on the border.âÂ
âYou work for Konni right? Your last job was for them?â Price asks, sitting up on the sofa.Â
âYeah, well, not anymore. Thanks by the way I wasnât really in the mood to be getting an ear full from Makarov this week.â You stand back up looking round the room. They look different, shocked, all the colour has drained from Priceâs face.Â
âMakarov?â He asks.
âYeah. I mean heâs in town for something. Like I said I donât ask, but whatever it is itâs important. Those people you killed were important.â You look round the room. Theyâre all tense exchanging glances between each other. Â
âHoly shit. Youâre after Makarov.â You say as a matter of fact. No one says anything. You scoff picking the bag up off the table and throwing it over your shoulder. You shake your head again. âLook I hate to be the bringer of bad news but even if I could get you over the border. There is no way on earth youâre getting into Konniâs compound.âÂ
âWe donât need to get inside anymore.â Price says. He stands up with a groan, pressing his hand on the side of his stomach. Gazâs eyes follow him, his hands coming out to support him. You want to tell him to sit down. He needs to rest.Â
âYou work for whoever pays right? How about a job so big you could retire.â Price says taking an unsteady step towards you. You swallow hard, not sure what heâs about to say.Â
âHelp us kill Makarov and you can name your price.â He says smiling. You frown at him and shake your head.Â
âYouâre out of your mind.â You drop the bag and throw your hands up. âIâm not an assassin, I donât kill people for fun.âÂ
âYeah, I know that. Youâve had plenty of opportunities to kill us, flee. What stopped you?â He asks, taking another step. You freeze, youâre not sure. You donât kill in cold blood, youâve always told yourself that. Self preservation, that's what it is.Â
You could have let Ghost die. Let him die in the vets and run back to the border, told Konni about them, they would have been captured but you didn't. Maybe you believed them when they said they could get you out.Â
Maybe you trust them.Â
âI think youâre better than all this. You want peace in your country, you want the war to end. You need to pick a side to do that.â He reaches behind you, someone passes him something. You donât turn, you're nervous all of a sudden. Maybe theyâre about to kill you. Making you lower your guard so youâre an easier target.Â
He brings the object into view. Itâs the scalpel, the same one you hid in the bed.Â
âI think itâs time you pick a side.â He holds it out for you to take. You could take it from him right now and slit his throat. How did they even find it? Shit. Soap must have seen you. You look up at him, he has a smile on his face. He already knows what youâre going to do.Â
You reach out and take the scalpel.

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These Violent Delights
Chapter 33 - Running Out Of Time
Summary: Poly 141 x fem!reader, a/b/o alternate universe 6k words. Let's travel to American with a eppy omega
CW: +18 content MDNI. a/b/o alternative universe, a/b/o dynamics, typical a/b/o universe tropes (knotting), sex, PiV sex, anal sex, fingering, knotting, threesome - MMF.
AN: This really is the last happy chapter. Itâs so nice everyone is back together again. Weâre just going to forget about timezones for this chapter, I'm sorry⊠(I will probably come back and fix it at some point)
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You sit on the stairs, waiting as Johnny and Kyle run around the house. You donât know what happened to the bodies, as soon as they had moved them they changed. Now theyâre running around in full military gear with massive weapons. You were not sure what to do but you decided it would be best if you just kept out the way.Â
You pulled Piperâs scarf out your bag, you needed something to keep you grounded. It still smells of lavender, you bring it up to your nose and breathe it in. Kyle comes back into the hall with a weapon dangling down by his side.Â
âIâm going to get the car.â He says handing you a radio. âHold onto that for me, Iâll let you know when I'm coming back.â
âCan I come with you?â You ask standing up and taking it from him. Â
âNo, itâs safer if you stay here.â He says, you nod sitting back down and fiddling with the volume knob.
His hand comes to pull your chin up to look at him. âItâs going to be okay, weâre all going to be together soon, as a pack.â You nod, swallowing the lump in your throat. He smiles at you, picking up a backpack and throwing it over his shoulder. You watch as he leaves, closing the door being him.Â
A few minutes later Johnny comes out and joins you on the steps. âHow are you feeling?â He asks, wrapping his arm around you. Worried, nervous, confused, you donât want to upset him though.
âIâm okay. Tired.â You say, he squeezes you closer.Â
âYouâll be able to sleep on the plane.â He says, you nod and relax against him trying not to taint your scent with worry.Â
âWe had a car?â You ask suddenly processing what Kyle said.Â
âYeah, for emergencies, like this.â Johnny smiles. You nod and rest against him, it doesnât take long before Kyle's voice comes through the radio. He sounds strange and Johnny shows you how to reply which makes Kyle laugh. A few minutes later you hear a car pulling up. Johnny gets up looking through the window in the door.Â
âCâmon, heâs here.â Johnny says and you help him take the bags into the car. You still feel useless, the bags are heavy and the weapons and ammunition makes you feel uneasy.
Kyle gets out of the car and comes to help you put them in the back. When theyâre done Johnny grips your waist and Kyle slams the boot closed. He smiles at you and you walk around to get in the car.Â
âJohnny.â You reach out gripping his arm as he opens the passenger side door. âDid they suffer? When you killed them?âÂ
He frowns for a second before relaxing and letting out a sigh. His hand comes up to your face, his thumb strokes your cheek.Â
âNo.â He says. You believe him, it shouldnât matter though. They were after you, they would have killed you and Johnny and Kyle, or worse. They could have taken you back to the professor.Â
âDonât worry about it, love.â He smiles, dropping his hand, you nod and smile back before getting into the car. Â
The car ride felt like it was taking forever. You couldnât sleep even though your body still feels heavy, your eyes drooping closed multiple times but the flashes of blood and the covered bodies on the kitchen floor of Johnnyâs house snap you awake.Â
âAlmost there, love.â Johnny says, turning to look at you.Â
âWhere are we going?â You ask.Â
âEdinburgh airport, then a flight to Chicago. A few more hours drive then weâll be with John and Simon again.âÂ
âSounds like a long trip.â You sigh, looking back out the window.Â
âItâs okay, weâll have plenty of time to rest when we get there.â Kyle says looking at you through the rear view mirror. You look over and smile at him.Â
âIs Chicago close to Washington?â You ask.
âNo, otherside of the country actually.â Johnny says. You nod and look back out the window. Itâs started to rain, it seems to always rain when youâre sad. The sky is moody and gray but the countryside is lush and green, before long you make it to the city. It feels strange, big and full of life.Â
The drive slows as the streets fill up but before you know it youâre at the airport. The car stops at a gate and a man comes over to the car, heâs dressed like Johnny and Kyle but with a hat on. Kyle hands him something, he looks at it then walks over to the gate.Â
âWhat's happening?â you ask.Â
âJust security. See that big plane?â Johnny says as he points out the window. You frown, you're not quite sure which one to look at.Â
âYeah.â You say as the soldier comes back to the car.Â
âThat's the plane, weâll be in America before you know it.â Johnny says. You smile as the car goes through the gates. You see planes of all sizes, some parked up and some moving. Kyle drives right up and into a massive plane. There are a few people walking around but they donât look like soldiers anymore, just regular people.
You feel nervous all of a sudden, youâre not a fan of strangers. You bring the scarf up to your nose, you wonder if Piper knows youâre going back to America. Maybe sheâs in danger now too, John promised you she was somewhere safe, underground in a bunker with Fleur.Â
Youâll have to ask John if you can call her when you get to America. Johnny and Kyle get out of the car and you follow, gripping Piper's scarf tight.
âNik!â Johnny calls waving at someone. A large man with sunglasses steps up the ramp and towards you all.
âSergeant!â He calls as Johnny accepts a hug from him and then he turns to Kyle. Theyâre all smiling and patting each other on the back.Â
âThis must be the special package?â He asks, holding his hand out for you. You swallow the nerves and shake it. His grip is strong, his hands rough, it reminds you of Simon. He drops your hand, turning to shout someone over in another language.Â
âThis is Nikoli, a good friend.â Kyle introduces him.
âOf John?â You ask as people come over to strap the car down.Â
âAll of us really.â Johnny smiles, wrapping his arm around your waist.Â
âLucky for us you were already heading over.â Kyle says.Â
âAlways happy to help.â Nikoli says, taking his sunglasses off and folding them in his hand.Â
âThere are seats up front.â He says looking at you. You get the feeling he wants to talk to Johnny or Kyle alone.Â
âCâmon, love. Let's get good seats.â Johnny says, leading you through the door to the front of the plane. It reminds you of the plane you first went on when you flew to Washington. You donât remember the flight to the UK, well not most of it.Â
Johnny gestures for you to sit in the window seat, you nod shuffling in and yawning.Â
âStill sleepy?â He asks, you nod without even thinking. They woke you before your sleeping pills had worn off, your head is still groggy and your body feels heavy. The adrenaline from this morning has well and truly gone. Johnny smiles and opens something above the seats and pulls down a blanket.Â
âYou should get some rest, itâs going to be a long trip.â He says offering it to you. You nod and he shuffles into the seat next to you. He moves the arm rest and wraps his arm around you. You lean against him looking out the window. The sky is still dark but the rain has stopped for now.
âHow long will it take?â Â
âNine hours or so.â He says kissing the top of your head. You nod yawning, and run Piper's scarf through your fingers. Johnny pulls you closer, shifting to get comfortable. You want to be excited youâre going to see John and Simon again, youâve missed them way more than you thought you would.Â
At the same time though it feels like youâre heading towards impending doom. They are in the US to go after the professor and kill him. It feels so final, this could be the last time you go to America. You donât know what Simon and John have planned or what theyâve really been doing but it was important enough for them to spend a month in America.Â
âDo you think youâll be able to do it?â You ask Johnny without looking at him, the first drops of heavy rain are starting to hit the tarmac. âKill the professor?â You still havenât gotten used to saying it. The thought of him being dead still feels so strange.Â
âOf course.â Johnny says without hesitating. He rubs your arm, and you sigh.Â
âI wish I was as brave as you.â You say, he chuckles.Â
âYouâre brave. Braver than most of us.â He says, you smile. The door to the cabin opens and you turn to see Kyle coming in. He smiles at you then takes the seat next to Johnny. Johnny kisses you again on the top of your head.Â
âSleep, weâll be in America before you know it.â He says. You nod and shuffle getting comfy before looking back out the window.Â
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Johnny shakes you awake after a few hours. You can see clouds out the window, there is a loud droning noise and your head and ears feel stuffy. You sit up stretching your back and turning to look at him.Â
âHungry?â He asks, offering you a sandwich. Youâre not sure if you are but you take it from him anyway.Â
âNow donât blame me if itâs shite. Nikoli made them.â Johnny says smiling. You start to unwrap it from the plastic and look around for Kyle.
âWhereâs Kyle?â You ask.Â
âWith Nikoli, theyâre in the back.â He says taking a bite of his sandwich. You nod and do the same, itâs not bad, some kind of meat and cheese you think but nothing fancy.Â
âHow long before we get there?âÂ
âAn hour or so,â Johnny says, his free hand comes to land on your thigh.Â
âHow did you meet Nikoli?âÂ
âHe worked with John and Laswell in the past.â Johnny says, pulling something out of his sandwich.Â
âWhere is he from?â You ask taking another bite.Â
âRussia, but he works all over the place. Contracting that kind of thing.â Johnny says, youâre not quite sure what that means but it seems like they have friends everywhere.Â
âHave you ever been to Russia?âÂ
âYeah.â You lean up against him and finish your sandwich. By the time youâre done Kyle comes back with Nikoli, you donât think youâve seen him without a smile on his face.Â
âWhere are you going after Chicago?â Kyle asks.Â
âLos Angeles, where the sun is hot and I can spend a few days on the beach.â Nikoli says.Â
âThen back to Russia?â Kyle asks.Â
âUrzikstan. Then Russia.â He replies. Youâve never heard of Urzikstan before. You watch Nikoli as they talk, he seems friendly, his accent is thick and sometimes you canât understand what heâs saying. He looks at you sometimes but his eyes never linger.
A few minutes later someone comes out of a room at the front of the plane and says something to Nikoli in Russian. He nods and follows him patting Kyle on the shoulder.Â
âWeâre landing soon.â Johnny says as Kyle sits down. You nod and spend the rest of the time looking out the window watching the ground get closer and closer. The plane tilts from left to right and it feels like itâs going to rock you back to sleep.Â
Before you know it though youâre on the ground and following Johnny back to the car. Youâre too excited now, youâre so close, only a few more hours and youâll be back with Simon and John. The back of the plane starts to open and Nikoli comes to help Kyle take the straps off the car.Â
Johnnyâs driving this time, apparently the trip will be about as short as the drive in Scotland. It feels longer though even before youâre halfway youâre restless. Kyle senses it too, looking over at you every few minutes. It feels like Johnny is driving as fast as possible, you know theyâve both missed Simon and John too.Â
The countryside is pretty, Chicago was loud and full of life but made you feel claustrophobic. Itâs nothing like the UK, now youâve spent enough time there you can see the difference in the buildings, the roads, even the greenery. The sky is free of clouds and the sun is out but it doesnât feel warm.Â
You were born here, but itâs never really felt like home. You thought coming back here might make you feel different but it doesnât, Scotland feels like home. The UK feels like home, that's where your pack is, even Piper is there now. The UK is far away from the professor and Shadow Company, far away from the people who want to do you and your pack harm.Â
âNot long now.â Kyle says, smiling at you. You smile back, heâs right half an hour or so later Johnny turns down a private drive. Youâre giddy, you see another car parked up by the house. There are a few other houses around; they all look the same. You donât care though, this is the most important house because John and Simon are in there.Â
Your seatbelt is off before the car has really come to a stop.Â
âHold on a second.â Johnny says looking out the window, they havenât moved. They exchange a glance.Â
âIs something wrong?â You ask. Kyle looks back at you and opens his mouth but as he does the front door opens. You all look to see John standing there, you smile opening the car door, you donât even bother to close it. You just print towards him, tears well up in your face.Â
Youâre not sad though, you feel so overwhelmed and happy. He smiles unfolding his arms and you throw yourself against him. His arms wrap around you holding you tight, you squeeze your eyes closed as happy tears escape down your face.
âHey, love.â He says nuzzling his head into your neck and breathing you in. You breathe in his scent, he smells good, comforting. His hand travels up to the back of your neck letting his fingers brush his mark.Â
âI missed you.â You say, squeezing him as tight as you can, you break from the hug to look up at him.Â
âIâve missed you too.â He says leaning down to kiss you. You wrap your arms around his waist pressing yourself up against him. He tastes just like you remember, better than you remember, you never want the kiss to end. He breaks first though, his hands come up to cup your face brushing the escaped tears from your cheeks.
He smiles wrapping his arm around your waist and leading you inside, the building is warm but sparsely decorated. You flare your nostrils, you can smell Simon, you break from John's grip walking towards where you think he is. Youâre disappointed when you walk through the door and see nothing but a messy dining table.Â
You feel a hand landing on your shoulder, you turn to see Simon standing behind you, you throw your arms around him.Â
âIâve missed you.â Itâs almost a sob, you canât help it, you're just so happy to see him. You breathe him in, you can smell both your alphaâs around you. Theyâre here, youâre with your pack and youâre safe.Â
âIâve missed you too.â Simon says, pressing his nose into your neck. When you break from the hug you keep your hands on him, you never want to be without them again. Not now, not ever, John comes over to stand next to you, his hand landing on your arm. Simon keeps a tight grip on you holding you close to him.Â
âHow was the trip?â John asks Kyle and Johnny as they walk past you into the dining room, you can see through to the kitchen which looks equally messy.Â
âLong.â Johnny says, stretching his back. Theyâve been driving the whole time, and you donât think they had time to sleep on the plane either.Â
âHow have things been over here?â Kyle asks, going over to the kitchen table. John squeezes your arm and heads over to join them. You can see all sorts of things spread around, papers and laptops, there's a printer and a computer monitor on the far end of the table. Simon stays with you as you watch Kyle and Johnny look around at everything.Â
âWeâve been keeping tabs on this base.â John points at the big map on the table. âKate confirmed Shadow Company are using it.âÂ
âTraffic in and out has been consistent and scheduled, weâve been able to track it like clockwork.â Simon says. Kyle picks up one of the crudely drawn timetables.Â
âDo you know where theyâre going?â Johnny asks. John sighs, crossing his arms.Â
âNowhere interesting, back home to their families, sometimes to different bases.â Simon says.Â
âWhat are they doing?â Johnny asks.Â
âNo idea, training officially.â John says.Â
âThat could mean anything.â Kyle scoffs, raising an eyebrow.Â
âAlso could mean they are running on a skeleton crew with limited resources and gear.â Simon replies. Â
âNo sign of Graves?â Kyle asks, putting the paper back down.Â
âNo.â John says.Â
âItâs a distraction.â Kyle says.Â
âMaybe.â John says, you frown, youâre still not sure what they mean half the time. âThere could still be useful intel in there though.âÂ
âYou want to raid it?â Johnny asks, raising an eyebrow.Â
âIt would be easy.â John says.
âIt would be risky.â Simon adds. You swallow the lump in your throat, you see John looking at Simon. They clearly donât agree.Â
âWe would lose the little advantage to potentially gain the location of Graves.â John says.Â
âIf we know the location of Graves, we know the location of Hale.â Kyle says, he looks over at you. You grip Simon tighter. It feels real all of a sudden, they really are going after Hale. They really are going to kill him. John looks around the room, his eyes landing on you, he drops his arms down by his waist.Â
âLetâs talk about this tomorrow. You should all get some rest, youâve had a long journey.â John says coming back over to you. His hand comes down to stroke your cheek. He smiles at you but you can sense the tension in the room. Itâs almost like Johnny and Kyle are itching to get going, they donât even seem that tired.Â
âAre you hungry?â John asks. You shake your head even though you've only had a sandwich. It feels like as soon as you saw John and Simon you forgot all your worries.Â
âCâmon.â Simon says pulling you into the living room. The place looks like itâs barely been used, thereâs no TV or other electronics. Thereâs no bookcase either, it doesnât feel like a home, itâs a safehouse maybe that's the point.Â
âSo you met Nikoli?â Simon asks, leading you over to the sofa.Â
âYeah, he seems nice.â You say, you didnât really speak much to him but he was smiling and warm. And he was more than happy to help with anything they needed.Â
âI know itâs confusing moving around so much but weâre here for you. You know that right?â He asks, walking in front of you resting his hands on your shoulders.Â
âYouâre going to kill the professor.â You say as a matter of fact. His hand pulls your chin up to look at him.Â
âYes, but then youâre going to be safe. Then this will all be over.â He says, you smile at him as his hands come around your face and he pulls you in for a kiss. Itâs slow and long, his tongue drags against yours and you press your bodies together. You donât want to stop, you want to melt into his arms and let him hold you forever.Â
He guides you over to the sofa, his hands never leave you even as you sit down. He sits next to you, his hand brushes your chin.Â
âCan I lay on your lap?â You ask, reaching down for his hand.Â
âYou donât need to ask.â He smiles nodding at you. You pull your legs up on the sofa and lay down resting your head on his legs. His hand lands on your neck before moving down to his mark, his fingers press over the indents his teeth left.Â
âItâs not been the same without you.â He says as his other hand comes to stroke your head.Â
âI know. Now weâre a pack again. Itâs how it should be.â You say, closing your eyes.Â
âExactly, itâs how it should be.â Simon agrees, his hands still caressing your head. You hum relaxing against him letting your scent fill the room.Â
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Simon was about to fall asleep when Johnny came into the room. He smiles and walks over to the sofa, he pushes a strand of hair behind your ear before leaning down to kiss Simon.Â
âSheâs missed you.â Johnny says, breaking from the kiss and going to sit down. Simonâs thumb is still brushing his mark on your collar bone.Â
âI can tell.â Simon replies as he breathes in your scent. Heâs missed you too, they both have, itâs not been the same. Worse than normally being away from Johnny and Kyle.Â
âIâve missed you too.â Johnny says resting his hand on the top of Simonâs back. They both sit there in silence for a few minutes, Johnny scoots closer to Simon trying not to disturb you too much. You donât move, you donât even murmur, the travelling must have really taken it out of you.Â
Johnny sighs leaning his head on Simonâs shoulder, his hand rubs your arm.Â
âWhen you claimed her. Did you feel-different?â Simon asks, Johnny watches his thumb brush over his mark on your collar bone. Johnny canât see his own mark, itâs on your other shoulder. He doesnât remember doing it, Kyle told him that he wouldnât let you go. He hopes you were not in pain, it didnât seem like you were in any pain.Â
âYeah, it did feel different.â Johnny says, his hand moves to rest on top of Simons. âI donât know how to describe it.âÂ
âLike a part of me I didnât even know was missing came back.â Simon says. Johnny sighs looking up at him, he looks tired, even with you resting on his lap.Â
âWeâre a pack. Everything feels different now, it feels whole.â Johnny sighs. You shuffle moving closer to Simon, but your eyes donât open.Â
âI think this is the calmest sheâs slept in weeks.â Johnny says.Â
âI told John both the alphaâs leaving was a bad idea.â Simon sighs. âThen there was the break in.âÂ
âItâs okay. We dealt with it.â Johnny says.Â
Simon sighs. âI know, I just-â He chokes on the word. â-when you told us about finding her in the bath.â Johnny squeezes his hand pulling his head to rest against his.Â
âSheâs safe. Sheâs right here.â Johnny says. He moves his head to look up at Simon, they press their foreheads together, Johnny teases Simonâs lips not wanting to move too much.Â
âIâve really missed you.â Johnny whispers, closing his eyes and pressing his lips to Simonâs. You shuffle and they break from each other looking down at you.Â
âLet me take her to bed.â Johnny whispers this time even quieter. Simon pulls hair out your face, tucking it behind your ear.Â
âI donât want her to be alone.â Simon says.Â
âSheâll never be alone again.â Johnny replies.Â
When you wake you feel rested for once. Maybe it was the jet lag but more likely resting on Simonâs lap. It felt right, you felt whole again being with your whole plack. Itâs how it should be, you should have never been separated in the first place. You swing your legs out of bed and go over to the door. When you open it you can hear voices downstairs.Â
You close your eyes and listen, you can hear Simon and Johnny talking. You can smell John, his room is opposite yours. You go over and knock on the door, the house is old and the wood floor creaks. Suddenly you smell vanilla, you breathe it in. It makes your body feel warm and thereâs an ache between your legs.Â
Maybe you want to do more than just see him, you need to feel him again. Your hand goes up to the back of your neck feeling his mark. You knock on the door and wait, when the door opens you see Kyle topless, not John. Â
âOh, sorry. I didnât know.â You say feeling embarrassed. Kyle smiles moving to the side. You see John laid in the bed.
âI can come back later.â You turn to leave but Kyle reaches out gripping your hand and pulling you into the room. His arm slips around your waist and he closes the door behind you. You smile taking a step over to the bed. Kyleâs hands come around your stomach and he presses a kiss into his neck.Â
You both walk over to the bed, John pulls the covers back and you slip in the middle, Kyle gets in behind you. Before you can stop yourself you wrap your arms around John breathing him in. Kyleâs hand runs up your back. You feel John breathe you in, he hums rubbing your arm. Right now alpha is the best smell in the world, a comforting safe smell. Suddenly the scent of vanilla cuts through it, making heat rush to your cheeks and a shiver run down your spine.Â
You move your hand up Johnâs shirt feeling the familiar bumps and scars, everything feels right being here between them. You press your nose against Johnâs as you run your fingers around Johnâs chest hair, he feels so familiar under your hands. Kyleâs hands move around to your stomach then up to your chest, John smiles at you watching his hands work their way up to your breasts.
âIâm sorry I interrupted you both.â You say leaning back from John and against Kyleâs chest.
âDonât worry.â Kyle says, pressing a kiss on your shoulder. âYou know you can always join us. If youâre not too tired.âÂ
âOkay.â You say a little too fast, John chuckles and props himself up his hand reaching out to stroke your cheek.
âPerfect, love. Iâve missed you.â John says before his eyes flick up to Kyle. âYou too.â You lean over and kiss him, itâs deep and slow you let him play with your mouth for as long as he wants until Kyle almost has to pull you off him.
âWhat about we take care of you, John?â Kyle says. You nod smiling at John, your hand is still up his shirt, you feel his heart rate pick up.Â
âYouâve been so busy you deserve a rest.â You say. John smiles and looks over at Kyle behind you.Â
âI donât mind.â John says. Kyle sighs, pulling the duvet off you all.Â
âLay on the edge of the bed.â Kyle says moving off the bed. You move too scooting to the end of the bed and taking your shirt off. John moves and sits next to you. You stand up and shuffle your bottoms off. Kyleâs arm comes around your waist and he pulls you up against him. You let his hands run over your body.Â
You watch John pull his clothes off and shuffle down to sit on the edge of the bed. You walk over to him and run your hands up his arms. Youâve missed him, him and Simon, you donât want to pick favourites, you love them all. But you always know you can go to John for comfort, if you just want your alpha to hold you in their arms.Â
You bend down to kiss him again, you feel Kyleâs hand rest on the bottom of your back and you break from the kiss to stand back up. Kyle gently pushes you closer to John and his hand comes up your chest, his fingers land on Johnnyâs mark, he brushes over it and it makes you shiver.Â
âJohnny?â He asks, you nod. Johnnyâs mark is deeper than the others even Johnâs, you remember his mouth locked around your shoulder until Kyle pried him off. You take his hand and move it to the back of your neck so he can feel Kyle's mark. Maybe itâs an alpha thing, youâre supposed to be his, you would have never expected Johnny and Kyle to claim you.Â
âWere they gentle?â John asks. You smile and drop your arm to his running your fingers through his beard. You nod, you feel Kyleâs hand land on Johnâs.Â
âLay down.â Kyle says, pressing a kiss on the top of your head. You smile and John lays back, you watch as his hand runs down his body to his cock. It makes your mouth fill with saliva, you want to feel him again. Kyleâs hands have left you and you can hear him taking the rest of his clothes off. You take the time to climb on the bed too and throw your legs over Johnâs thighs.Â
You reach down to replace his hand with yours, as soon as you do his cock twitches in your hand you smile. Kyleâs hands run up your back and rest on your shoulders. He pushes you forward until Johnâs cock is resting against your stomach. You run your thumb over the tip. You watch as a smile grows on his face and his hands come to land on your thighs.Â
âWeâve missed you.â You say, letting your thumb collect the beed of precome. You bring it up to your mouth and lick it off. John likes that, his cock twitching and his hands squeezing your thighs. Kyleâs hands run down your body and stop on your hips.
He helps raise you up and ease down onto Johnâs cock. When you do, John squeezes his eyes closed. You smile down at him, you canât help leaning over to kiss him. It feels like itâs been months not weeks. Youâve missed him, missed his touch, his voice, his scent. You need every part of him and you donât care that youâre sharing him with Kyle.Â
You rock your hips breaking from the kiss, he breathes out opening his eyes and running his hands up your thighs. You feel John spread his legs and Kyle shuffles between them pressing his chest against your back, you feel his hands run up your arms. He presses a kiss into your neck and it sends shivers down your spine.Â
You clench around John still rocking your hips. The smell of vanilla is strong in the air now, Kyle feels you shiver one of his hands comes around to your chest brushing over your nipple. His hand travels up further, he presses two fingers against your lips. You know what he wants and you open your mouth letting him press them in.Â
John likes that, you see his eyes glisten and he bucks his hips making you moan around Kyleâs fingers as you suck on them up using your tongue to soak them. His other hand is on your other breast playing with your nipple which makes you rock your hips with John.Â
âLike what you see sir?â Kyle asks, resting his chin on your shoulder.
âChrist, yes.â John moans, you smile. Kyle takes his fingers out kissing you on the cheek before stepping back slightly. One of his hands stays on your waist while the other- still wet from your mouth travels down to your back then even further down.Â
You wonder what heâs doing for a few seconds then John arches his back and his cock throbs inside of you. Kyle chuckles and you hear the sound of wet skin, Johnâs moans get louder and before you know it Kyle is joining in too, his breath is hot in your neck as he presses his fingers into Johnâs arse.Â
âGo on love, show him how much youâve missed him.â Kyle breathes in your ear. You nod, your head spinning with the smell of vanilla and leather in the air. You smile looking down at John before getting comfy and slowly raising yourself up and down.Â
It feels weird at first, youâve never done it like this before but you like it, you like being on top of him, you like being able to look down at his face with his hair sticking to his face and his mouth tipped open.Â
He never takes his hands off you, his fingers dig into your thighs, itâs almost like he wants to press you down deeper on him, harder. You moan for him, angling your body forward slightly and planting your hands on his chest. You run your fingers through his chest hair pressing down on his pecks. You feel them flex under your hands as his cock twitches inside you again.Â
âFuck, John. you're so tight, Simon didnât keep you busy?â Kyle asks, his words are low and filled with lust. You want to look behind you, see what heâs doing. You want to see his fingers making the wet sounds each time he presses his palm against Johnâs ass. Whatever heâs doing itâs making John melt further and further into the bed.Â
âDidnât have time.â John says, you lean down to kiss him again and you feel Kyleâs hand move from your waist and up your back. His hand lands on his mark and he brushes it with his thumb, you shiver moaning in John's mouth. You kiss him more desperately gripping his chest trying not to dig your nails into his skin.Â
He presses you up moving his hips slightly, you hear a bottle of something open. John's hands rub your thighs as you start to rock your hips again. He likes that smiling up at you, you sit back up and feel Kyle's hand run down your back. You hear Kyle moan as he works what assume is lube over his cock, a second later he moves back closer to you.Â
âFuck,â he breathes into your neck as he eases into John. You look down at John whose eyes are closed, he lets out a long breath, his hands running up your thighs. You rock your hips in time with Kyle as he starts to slowly buck his hips against John.Â
Kyle presses his face into your neck and his hands come around your stomach. He moans as he sucks on the soft skin on your neck. You rest your hands on Johnâs and start to move yourself up and down again. You want to keep up with Kyle, and make John feel good. John turns his hands up, lacing his fingers with yours.Â
âThat's it, love.â Kyle whispers in your ear. Kyle moves his hands up, reaching your breasts and brushing his fingers over your nipples. It makes you clench around John who moans in response squeezing your hands. âWeâre going to make him feel good right?âÂ
âYes,â you reply breathlessly, Kyle speeds up and you do too. Itâs almost too much now, having Kyle play with your nipples while you bounce on Johnâs cock. You listen to Kyle moaning and panting in your ear, his breath is hot on your neck.Â
The smell of vanilla is strong now itâs making your head spin. Kyleâs hands help move you on Johnâs cock so you can keep pace with him but now your whole body trembles with pleasure. Youâre moaning Johnâs name, relying on their hands to keep you grounded as you clench around Johnâs cock.Â
Youâre not going to last long and you feel like Johnâs getting close too with the way his body is reacting to yours. The room is filled with the sounds of all your moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin. Kyleâs back is pressed against yours, You lean back against him slightly, the angle makes Johnâs cock hit a deeper spot inside you.Â
âFuck, John.â You call out as Kyleâs hands squeeze your breasts, his fingers pinching your nipples as he continues to fuck John from behind.
John moans, letting go of your hands and runs his hands up your thighs. âYou close?â He asks between pants. You try to talk but your breath catches in your throat, instead you just nod. Your whole body throbs, you lean against Kyle panting as he whispers how much he loves you into your ear.Â
âJohn!â You cry out as you come squeezing around his cock. He comes a second later throbbing inside you reach back to feel Kyle behind you. His body stills as he moans into your neck, his arms come around you holding you tight. Johnâs still moaning and digging his fingers into your thighs when you feel his cock swell.Â
You gasp, he knotted you, you feel his cock pulse inside you. Your body relaxes against Kyle the smell of leather fills the room making your head spin. Your body feels heavy as sleep starts to pull on you. Youâve only ever been knotted a few times before outside of heat. All experiments, all to see what would happen.Â
This is different though, it feels different, it feels right.Â
âFuck, are you okay?â John asks. You smile nodding, Kyle presses a kiss into your neck. You canât move, you sit forward as Kyle moves away from you, John moves bringing his legs together and wrapping his arms around you. You rest your head in his neck breathing him in, all you can smell right now is vanilla and leather.Â
âPrice. You knotted her.â Kyle says, sounding surprised, his hand lands on the top of your back.Â
âI didnât mean to.â He says holding you tighter. âI just couldnât help myself.â
âItâs okay.â You breathe, pressing a kiss into his neck. Kyleâs hand runs down your back. John stands up holding you tight against him. His cock twitches again pulling you deeper to the edge of sleep. You look over his shoulder as Kyle pulls the sheets back on the bed.Â
âI love you.â You whisper into his ear.Â
âI love you too.â He says pressing a kiss on your cheek. You close your eyes when John gets back into the bed gently laying with you in his arms. His cock throbs in you with each movement, you whine but he shushes you stroking your head, you wrap yourself around him holding him as close as you can.Â
Hear Kyle turning the lights off and getting into bed behind you. His arms wrap around you too.Â
âJohn, promise me weâll never split up again.â You ask.Â
He presses a kiss on your forehead. âI promise.âÂ

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Cross My Heart Masterlist
Summary: eventual poly141 x reader. Enemies to lovers.
You're a smuggler working for whoever pays trying to survive in the war torn Urzikstan.
On what should have been a routine job for Konni you end up becoming entrapped by a mysterious SAS unit.
They need your help and maybe you need theirs too.
AO3 Chapters marked * contain smut.
this was previously written as a mini-fic which can be read HERE

Chapter 1 - Self Preservation Chapter 2 - Forced Proximity Chapter 3 - How to Infiltrate a Terror Cell Chapter 4 - Welcome To The War Chapter 5 - War Crimes

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Hi!
I was curious, what is your headcanon as to why ghost wears a mask? I personally thing that he has a Glasgow smile because of his father (among other scars) and that's why he hides his face
Man I thought this was going to be a quick answer but I'm a rambler...
Im really boring sorry disappoint but unless it's 09 Ghost I just believe its for anonymity in the field and 9 times out of 10 thats how I write him.
I have however seen amazing art and stories delving deeper into Ghost and his original back story. Im really glad people are keeping it alive.
Ghost never really stood out to me even in the original games, I'm a Price girly till the day I die so I've never gone too deep with Ghost and his original back story - especially with the reboot games just ignoring it.
One day we will get a another good COD game with a good story until then Activision will continue to tease us.
This is also why I love the fanfic community you can do what you want and write what you want and someone will like it.
#I could keep going but I need to work#last good COD was BO3 sorry...#i liked Ghosts too but I only played it once#anyway..#cod#call of duty#simon ghost riley#ghost cod#moody replies
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With the secretary fic, I can totally imagine that if Emily catches reader with all 4 boys, not knowing that they're all together, that she's goes to them and is like đ„șđđ»đđ» I just found out that reader is playing you all and being a *insert insult* but don't worry babies, I'll help you get over her đ„șđđ»đđ» and 141 being like đbitch we know she's with all of us, that's how we like it and then they just fuck reader dumb, making sure Emily hears it because who does she think she is, insulting their girlfriend and offering them sex when they have you
âšFreaky Fridayâš
I kept this a one a little short and sweet but I hope it does you justice! Also all I can think about is what poor Laswell is going to have to deal with when she comes back from holiday. Emilys going to have complaints for days.
CW: sex, PiV sex, little bit of degradation (it's like once)
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"What's up, lass?" Johnny asks as Emily sits down at the table.
"Nothing." She says, John watches the quick smile that comes on her face. There's something on her mind. John looks over at Simon and raises an eyebrow.Â
âSpeak up.â Simon says, there's just enough authority in his voice to make her speak.Â
âItâs inappropriate.â She says almost too quiet, now Johnâs intrigued.Â
âAll the better to speak up then.â Simon says, crossing his arms. John can tell he's already done with the conversation, itâs fine heâs done his job. She looks over at John who smiles at her. She blows out a breath, she seems nervous.Â
âI was under the impression that-â She clears her throat â-she was with Johnny. I caught her in the bathroom with Kyle.â John wants to laugh, he looks over at Johnny, his lips are pressed together. He smiles and moves his hand up to cover it.Â
âWhen did you see this?â John asks, she turns to look at him.Â
âEarlier, after breakfast.â She says. John sighs, straightening up in the chair and quickly looking at Simon. "I don't think it's fair, any of you could have walked in on her. Luckly it was me."
âI should have mentioned it earlier, but I didnât think it was relevant.â John says, she frowns. âWeâre all together.âÂ
âTogether.â She looks around everyone. âAll of you.âÂ
âDo you need a diagram or something?â Johnny chuckles, itâs met with a stern glance and a sigh from Simon. Before she can say anything you walk into the room with Kyle following behind you.Â
You look around at everyone, there's a cheeky grin on Johnnyâs face. Emily looks white as a sheet, you frown looking at John. You canât tell what heâs thinking.Â
âShit did someone die?â You ask, sitting down in the empty chairs.
âYeah, my patience.â Simon says, John sighs, getting up and walking over to the projector. You frown at Simon, Emilyâs face has turned red and she seems suddenly extremely interested in the pen in her hand.
What the hell happened?
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You walk into Johnâs office and for once he's alone. You smile, closing the door and walking around his desk over to him. He leans back in his chair turning to face you. You lean down to kiss him, gripping his face and pressing your tongue in his mouth.Â
Itâs possessive but you donât care. Youâve missed him, all of them, theyâve been distant, and if theyâre not being distant theyâre winding you up by flirting with Emily.Â
âEverything okay?â John asks as you break from the kiss, dropping your hands from his face.Â
âIâve missed you.â You say sitting down on his thigh.Â
âSorry, Iâve been busy.â He smiles, his hands resting on your hips. You lean back down to kiss him again. Needy this time, deeper and longer youâre almost trying to drink him up. You want every part of him. You rock your hips against his thigh pressing yourself closer against him.
You feel his body react to you, his fingers digging into your skin, your hands wrap around his neck and lace your fingers through his hair. You hum in his mouth and he moans, you kiss him deeper itâs becoming sloppy, your lips tingle as you chase his tongue.Â
Thereâs a knock at the door and you sigh, breaking from the kiss. John grips your waist trying to push you off him but you hold your ground.Â
âLet her see.â You whisper chasing his lips again. John smiles, you see him think for a second.Â
âCome in.â He calls. You turn over to see Simon come into the room, you feel disappointed all of a sudden. Even under the mask you see Simon raise an eyebrow, he closes the door behind him and walks over. You sigh, hopping off John's knee and walking around to Simon.Â
He throws something down on the desk and you slip your arm around his waist. He doesnât try and stop you even when you reach up and pull his mask over his nose. You press your lips against his pushing your tongue in his mouth. This time you run your hands up the inside of his top.Â
His hands land on your shoulders and he gently pushes you away. You pout at him, watching as a smile forms on his lips. You like that, you press yourself close to him, you can feel his cock swell in his pants. Itâs been a while since youâve had this kind of contact with him, you lean into it pressing your hand against his chest and reaching back up for another kiss.Â
Before you know it his arms are wrapped around you and youâre being pressed up against Johnâs desk. As soon as you feel it on your back Simon bends down scooping up your legs and sitting you down on the desk. You continue to kiss him, his mask comes off, his hands go up your top and you raise your arms.Â
You break from the kiss so he can take it off but his hands work their way up to your chest, itâs John behind you who pulls your shirt off.Â
âNo bra?â He asks, you smile looking up at Simon, whose fingers brush your nipples.Â
âWalking around the base with no bra on like a right slut.â Simon breathes, he pinches your nipple and it makes you gasp, your pussy throbs begging for attention and you squirm on the desk.Â
Johnâs hands come around your waist, he keeps you steady. âLook at you, eager and desperate.â John whispers in your ear before he presses kisses down your neck to your shoulders.Â
Thereâs another knock at the door. Simon leaves you to go answer it, when he does he steps out the way and you see Johnny standing there. He takes in the scene for a second, Johnâs hands are around your breasts now, he plays with your nipples while you hold back the moans.Â
âFuckinâ hell.â Johnny says, already reaching down to adjust himself in his pants.Â
âGo get Gaz.â Simon says before closing the door in his face. John chuckles behind you as Simon walks over to you undoing his belt and dropping his trousers. His hand comes up to brush your cheek.Â
âNever seen you so worked up and jealous.â Simon says reaching for your waist band, you lift your hips up relaxing against John before he pulls your pants and underwear off in one quick motion.Â
You gasp as your bare arse hits the cold desk. âIâm not jealous.â You say, frowning. John chuckles again and thereâs a knock on the door. Simon goes to open it Johnny and Kyle spill in, they rush over to you, their hands landing on you. John drops your breasts so Johnny and Kyle can take one each.Â
âWe were just talking about how jealous sheâs been.â Simon says coming to stand between them.Â
âIâm not.â You protest.
âI think jealousyâs a good look on you.â Johnny chuckles.Â
âEmily might be pretty but sheâs got nothing on you.â John says kissing your cheek.Â
âNothing on this perfect fuckinâ body.â Johnny says, pressing his face into your neck and running his hand down your thigh.Â
âYou're perfect.â Kyle breathes into your other ear pressing a kiss into your neck. âOur perfect girl.âÂ
They both spread your legs so Simon has room, one hand on his cock and the other presses down on your clit. His fingers tease your entrance, youâre already wet. Simon chuckles, taking his soaked fingers wiping them down his cock.
It makes your mouth water for some reason, you wet your lips and kyle sees it leaning over to kiss you. You hum in his mouth, the kiss turning into a sloppy desperate mess, you feel Simonâs cock nudge against your entrance.Â
You break from the kiss as he eases into you. You bite your lip so you donât cry out, Simonâs hand comes up to your face pulling your chin up. You feel John press kisses across your shoulder blades.Â
âCâmon now. Maybe sheâll hear you.â Simon says, his eyes are dark, there's a twinkle in them. His cock throbs inside you, it makes heat rush to your cheeks. You wonder what sheâll think if she could hear you?
Maybe sheâll be jealous, maybe sheâll listen and get off on it? You squeeze your eyes closed, you shouldnât be thinking about her. Itâs Simon with his cock in you, the rest of them touching you all over like its the first time they've felt you. Johnâs lips on your back whispering praises in your ear.Â
âYouâd like that wouldnât you.â Johnny whispers in your ear. âYouâd like her to hear you screaming for us.âÂ
Fuck. Simon thrusts his hips making you moan. Youâre still holding back, maybe you donât want her to hear you, maybe sheâll complain-again. Kyle hums in your ear, his hand cups your breast just right, his fingers are gentle as he toys with your nipple.Â
âFuck, Simon.â You call reaching out for his chest but John grabs your wrists and pulls them to your side.Â
âThat's it, love. Need to make sure she knows youâre ours.â John says, sucking on the soft skin of your neck. âAnd if she doesnât get it from all the screaming. These marks will make sure.âÂ
You moan out a little louder this time, it feels good and Simon rewards you with nice long thrusts of his cock, hitting you deeper each time. Your breathing picks up, John keeps you still so you canât squirm you angle your hips a little better for Simon.Â
âThese fucking tits too.â Johnny says squeezing you a little too hard.Â
âIâll say.â Kyle breathes. âBeautiful and soft, and these perfect nipples.â He leans down, locking his mouth around your nipple.Â
âFuck.â You call, you want to reach out and press him down harder. His tongue flicks your nipple and he sucks making you cry out. Johnny hums in your neck leaving more marks, Simon pumps into you harder and John slowly lets your wrists go. One of your hands grips Kyle's head gently pressing him down, he chuckles and it sends shivers down your spine.Â
Your other hand reaches out to Simon, you press your hand on his chest. Your breathing is just pants now, desperate and hot. Now you donât think you could be quiet even if you wanted to.Â
You cry out begging for Simon to fuck you harder. Each time you do youâre rewarded with a kiss, or fingers flicking your nipple. Kyleâs head is buried in your neck now leaving marks on the other side. Johnnyâs sucking and nibbling on your nipple maoning the whole while.
âJohnny.â You cry out running your fingers through his hair and gripping it. Johnny pulls his face off and you whine.Â
âDonât stop Johnny.â Simon says his hand replacing yours on his head.Â
âNot when sheâs sounding so god damn pretty.â Simon says, pushing his head back down. He moans around your nipple and it causes you to clench around Simon.Â
âI know sheâll hear you like this.â John says, his voice low in your ear. âSheâll be jealous, I know the way sheâs looked at us. The way she flirts.âÂ
âDoesnât bother me.â You say between pants. Simon speeds up again, his cock hitting a new spot inside you, one that makes you clench around him itâs almost like youâre trying to suck him in.Â
âMaybe not. But imagine the look on her face when she hears just how much you mean to us.â John says. You squeeze your eyes closed, tipping your head back. You can barely think straight, Simonâs tempo has changed, heâs close too.Â
âSimon.â You call out for him tensing up while he rides you on the edge.Â
âYes, love. Come for us, and let her know how much you enjoy it.â Simon says breathless.Â
âYes, yes.â You cry out gripping onto whatever you can as you come, screaming out for him. A second later he comes too, stopping his hips in you and dipping his head into your neck. His breath is hot on your skin. You relax deeper into Johnâs embrace, his arms come around you holding you tight.Â
You and Simon pant against each other, your head is still spinning as thereâs a knock at the door. Simonâs head comes out of your shoulder and you look up at him. Kyle kisses you on the cheek before going over to answer it. Johnny does the same, reaching down on the floor to pick up clothes you and Simon had thrown down.Â
He hands Simon his mask, he takes it and moves to the side, you look over at the door. You can hear her before you see her, Kyleâs body shields the door. John lets you go climbing off the desk and going over to join Kyle.Â
Johnny hands you your shirt.
âI think she heard you.â He whispers, you blush wrapping your arms around your chest. He leans in closer to you. âCome back to my room and Iâll bring Kyle. Weâll make sure she doesnât forget.âÂ
You turn to look over at him, he winks at you. You scoff, and look back over at the now closed door.Â
âYouâre playing a dangerous game.â You say pulling your shirt on and jumping off the desk. He throws his arm over your shoulders.Â
âI know.â He says kissing your cheek.
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Cross My Heart
Chapter 1 - Self Preservation
Summary: poly141 x reader. Enemies to lovers. You're a smuggler working for whoever pays trying to survive in the war torn Urzikstan.
On what should have been a routine job for Konni you end up becoming entrapped by a mysterious SAS unit.
They need your help and maybe you need theirs too.
Original abridged version HERE
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CW: Mention/description of injuries.
masterlist - next AO3
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It was late evening when Ivan called you for a meeting. You walked into what Ivan has started calling the âwar roomâ to see a group of older looking men lined up against a wall. They look different from anyone else youâve seen, these must be the people he wants you to smuggle.Â
Ivan is leaning over the table talking to whoever is on the other end of the call. You can hear a russian voice but you donât recognise it. There is also another man sitting at the table who you donât know as well. You lean against the opposite wall with your arms crossed, theyâre going over the plan. As per usual youâre not listening to specifics.Â
Your attention turns back to the three guys, they look older, the walking is going to be hard on them. From what youâve gathered thereâs not even a swap, just dropping them off at an Al-Qatala munitions place about 30 kilometers inland. You watch as Ivan walks around the table with his arms crossed.Â
He looks better, gave himself a makeover by the looks of it, got a haircut, new suit and vest. He looks good for once-or at least better than his usual get up, itâs a shame heâs trying too hard to copy Makarov. The people youâre supposed to be smuggling look scared as shit, theyâre not soldiers, theyâre not POWâs, something else, all you were told is that theyâre specialists.
âYou fucking listening?â Ivan snaps at you. You stand up off the wall letting your hands drop and go over to the map on the table.Â
âIâll take the normal route, 30k shouldn't be too slow, get them there by tomorrow morning.â You say pointing at the map.Â
âNo. Farahâs moving north.â Ivan says, you sigh, raising an eyebrow at them.
âAlright, Iâll take the longer route, stop off at a safehouse if I need to.â You say.
âYou should do it in one night. Itâs risky stopping off at safehouses right now.â Ivan says, you know heâs not saying it for your sake. This is precious cargo, you look over at them standing against the wall. Theyâre not Russian, or at least they donât speak Russian. They keep exchanging confused glances while they watch you.Â
âCan your smuggler handle the ULF?â A voice through the phone asks.Â
âI can handle myself.â You snap back, you donât need strangers doubting you.
âMake it as far as you can before looking for shelter. If youâre lucky you will make it there by tomorrow morning.â Ivan says. You sigh, that was going to be the plan. But of course you canât have all the glory, Ivan needs to earn his role so you let him think the plan is his. Besides, what he doesnât know wonât hurt him.Â
âFine.â You say, nodding and standing up. You look down at the new markers on the map, it doesn't seem like much has changed since you were last out. This is your first big job in a while though.Â
âGood.â The other random guy says, you donât recognise him but heâs definitely Russian. Probably someone higher up in Konni, here to keep an eye on Ivan, it is his first time running a base for them. A big one too, on the Russian-Urzikstan border. You want to be proud of him but you really donât care.Â
You look out the window crossing your arms again. Itâs early evening, you should leave when itâs dark it will give you the best cover.Â
âWhat do you know about Farah? Why is she moving north?â You ask.Â
âNo idea, Al-Qatala are monitoring it. Besides, youâre friendly right?â He says.Â
âFriendlyâs a loose term. I donât think she would be happy with me sneaking people to Al-Qatala.â You say.Â
âYouâll be fine, you know what youâre doing.â Ivan says. You nod, sighing.Â
âIâll get what I need, leave as soon as it gets dark.â You say, turning to leave the room.Â
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You walk over to the prison wing, although itâs barely a prison. The whole base used to be a school or a college. Konni took it over a few years ago, the prison wing used to be the art department or something based on the plain concrete walls and floor. Itâs the most secure building, thereâs an old cold war bunker directly under it.Â
Youâre looking for Calab, you need a cigarette and a chat before you leave. It's the first proper job youâve had in a while. Other than some simple intel runs for Konni, this is the first time youâll be back in your home country in over a week.Â
Not that you miss it, not like there's anything there for you. Â
âHeading out already?â Calab calls over. You smile walking over to him and accepting the cigarette heâs already holding out for you.Â
âThought you'd be off duty already.â You smile, lighting it. You take a deep breath in letting it calm you and warm your lungs.Â
âToo early for that, besides think Iâd miss waving you off?â He chuckles.Â
âBig package.â He says pointing over at the people youâre smuggling.Â
âKonni to Al-Qatala.âÂ
âLook at you, big leagues.â He says, you can hear the sarcasm in his voice.Â
âBig pay too. Maybe I'll take you out for dinner.â You smile nudging him.Â
âHow much is the split with Ivan?â
â60/40.âÂ
âHeâs screwing you.â You laugh, blowing out a lung full of smoke.Â
âIn multiple ways.â You say sighing. One of the soldiers calls you over.Â
âGot to go, should be back late tomorrow.â You say patting him on the shoulder.Â
âGive me another?â You ask, holding your hand out for another cigarette.Â
âYou need to buy your own packs.â He chuckles, handing you two.Â
âI donât smoke.â You smile back at him, flicking the butt on the floor.Â
âHey!â He calls, you turn to look at him. âULFâs heading North.âÂ
âYeah, I know.â You say holding a thumbs up. You watch as the soldier shakes hands with one of the people youâre smuggling. You wonât bother learning their names, the less you know about them the better.Â
âLong trek, need anyone to escort?â One of the soldiers says, you shake your head. You don't know who he is, youâve only been using this base since Ivan got moved here. Easy to sneak people over the border when youâre literally on it. These people are a nice gift from Makarov, get them to Al-Qatala and then get back.Â
âDo you speak Arabic?â One of them asks, you nod. They seem nervous, nothing like most of the people you smuggle. Your plan is to make it to a ULF safehouse you know will be empty, or at least you hope it will. If the ULF are moving north you have to hope theyâve not come this far north.Â
âHow long will it take?â One of them asks.
âCouple of hours, but weâll be stopping off half way.â You reply, leading them over to the main gate.
âAre you sure that's a good idea?â He asks, you turn to look at him and raise an eyebrow.Â
âI donât really feel like walking 40 kilometers in one go.â You say, smiling at the soldier whoâs standing at the main gate. You offer him one of your cigarettes.Â
âHeard the ULF are moving north.â He says, you sigh, taking it away before he can accept it. He scoffs and goes to open the gate.Â
âThereâs a rumor marines landed a few hours away.â You smile offering the cigarette again.Â
âAmericans?âÂ
âNo fucking idea.â He says.Â
âLanded where?â You frown letting the others go through the gate before you. He puts the cigarette in his mouth.Â
âRussia.â He says as he lights it. You nod and walk through the gates.Â
âDid you at least fuck Ivan?â He asks, closing the gate behind you.Â
âNo.â You smile walking away.Â
âFuck, heâs going to be in a bad mood.â He says, loud enough for you to hear.Â
âNot my problem.â You call back walking past the 3 people youâre smuggling and putting the cigarette in your mouth.Â
âDo any of you smoke?â You ask, switching to Arabic and looking around them all. One of them nods, you smile, lighting the cigarette. âGood.â
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When you make it to the safehouse you can already see it's still empty. You pop the lock on the door and walk in.Â
âWhere are we?â The older one asks. He started complaining about his feet hurting a few kilometers into the walk. You thought you were going to have to stop even earlier, but you forced them to push through it. Thereâs no way the ULF are this far north and even if they were they wouldn't use this safehouse.Â
When you get in you feel the ache in your legs, you could use a rest too besides on the way back you wonât be stopping off. You shouldnât sleep but youâre already feeling the first 20 kilometers and you know the people youâre escorting are feeling it worse.Â
âThereâs MREâs in the crate.â You say. âDonât drink the water from the taps, there should be water jugs in the garage.âÂ
Theyâre still looking at you bewildered and confused. You sigh, rubbing your forehead.Â
âItâs safe here, the ULF doesnât come this far north. If Konni or Al-Qatala show up, call me.âÂ
âWhere are you going?â One of them asks.Â
âTo get a few hours rest. You should too, one of you needs to stay up though, as a lookout.â You say.Â
âYouâre the one with the gun.â The one with the glasses points at your hip.Â
âIf the enemy comes knocking, my gunâs not going to do shit. So wake me before that happens.â You say sighing and walking up the stairs. Youâve never been caught short before, youâre not going to let it happen now. You still check all the upstairs rooms just to be safe, the place is clear. You pick one of the rooms, pulling your pistol off your hip and putting it on the bedside table.Â
You take your jacket off but leave everything else and lay down on top of the sheets. You should get a few hours rest, or at least try. You could use another smoke but then you definitely wonât be able to sleep. You can get a few hours here and then still make it by the morning if you pick up the pace a little.Â
You sigh and close your eyes, it doesnât take long for sleep to pull you under.Â
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A light flicks on and your eyes snap open.Â
Somethingâs wrong, you can feel it. You look round the room, your eyes immediately land on a man holding a pistol at you. Heâs sat on a chair, decked out in full military gear. Thereâs a bigger weapon slung over his back.Â
âNot a good idea to be sleepinâ when youâre alone.â He has an accent you canât quite place. Not American though. You look at the patches on his vest, Union-Jack, O-Positive. SAS, fuck .Â
âI had lookouts.â You say swallowing the nerves.Â
âYeah, âbout that.â He sighs, your heart is pumping rapidly in your chest. Theyâre most likely dead-innocent people, dead.Â
âWhat do you want?â You ask, your eyes flick over to your pistol on your night stand. The man sees it, his eyes follow yours.Â
You have to act now.Â
You reach out for the weapon. The man is on his feet in an instant, the pistol in his hand comes down hard on your wrist.Â
You yell out in pain, your weapon falling to the floor. The door to the room fly's open, thereâs another man now. He makes you jump, training an AR at your head with a scary looking skull mask covering his face.
Thereâs no point in fighting.
The man next to you picks the weapon up off the floor, unloading it and throwing it to the side. You swing your legs out the bed.
âDonât fuckinâ move!â He shouts. You hear the safety click off his gun, your breath catches in your throat. You hold your hands up, youâre unarmed, thereâs nothing you can do.Â
âWhat are you doing in a ULF safehouse?â The man in the doorway asks, you keep your eyes trained on the person holding the pistol to your head. The other manâs accent is different.Â
âYouâre injured?â Thereâs blood on his vest, itâs a long shot but better then nothing. âIâm a medic. I can help.â Itâs a lie but all you can think about is getting out here alive.
The man looks to the doorway, you keep still. Even if you could tackle him to the ground his friend would finish you off.Â
âWeâve got one injured, think you could help?â The man in the doorways asks.Â
âWhat happened?â You ask, trying to hide your nerves. Your mum was a nurse, your dad a doctor before. Before the war, you could help, maybe that would buy you your freedom, or at the very least make sure they donât shoot you right away.Â
âGSW.â Thatâs all youâre given, that could mean anything.Â
âYou work with the ULF?â The man in front of you asks. You shake your head.Â
âAl-Qatala?â You shake your head again.Â
âWho?â The man in the doorway asks again. This time you turn to him. The mask on his face is splattered with blood. Heâs bigger, taller and wider than the guy in front of you. He has the same patches though, Union-Jack, SAS.
âDoes it matter, you said you had injured? Youâre not going to find a hospital around here. Itâs all Al-Qatala controlled territory.â You say. Self preservation at its finest.Â
âCan you help then?â The man in front of you asks. You turn to look at him, your hands still in the air.Â
âThe longer we wait the less chance I have. Gunshot wounds can be unpredictable.â You say swallowing the nerves. Confidence is key, that's what you learnt once. The man in front of you puts down his weapon, grabbing your arm and pulling you to your feet.Â
âTry anything and we fuckinâ kill ya.â He says through gritted teeth.Â
You make it down to the ground floor as their hostage, it doesnât take you long to see the blood stains on the floor. The uneaten MREâs and open jug of water. The man with the mohawk is walking down first, the man with the mask is behind you, the barrel of his AR digging into your shoulder blades.Â
You can see two other people, theyâre dressed in similar gear. At least one of them is, the other is laid out on the couch. The man standing turns, he brings a pistol up pointing it at you.Â
âEasy Gaz. Sheâs a medic.âÂ
âDoesnât look like one.â The man-Gaz-says lowering his gun looking around at the people escorting you. They walk you over to the sofa, you step around the coffee table, you can see an open first aid kit, itâs one of the ones from the safehouse. It should have some things that could help you. The man on the sofa looks clammy, pale skin and sweat on his forehead, his top is soaked too, a mix of blood and sweat.Â
You donât know what youâre doing, you didnât think you could make it this far. Theyâve taken his vest, belt and boots off. Itâs just his shirt and trousers, his shirt has been pulled up to his chest, theyâve been trying to stop the bleeding. Youâve seen wounds like this before, youâve seen people die from wounds like this.Â
You try to think about what you remember from your parents and spending countless summers and holidays in the hospital.Â
âYou said you could help him. What do you need?â The voice snaps you out of your head, you look over at him. He seems the most reserved, dark skinned brown eyes, he has a cap on, heâs stood on the other side of the sofa his hands still on the weapon slung over his chest.Â
You have no idea what to do.Â
âClean water, and bandages. Sterile if possible.â You say, you canât tell if that sounds professional or not but they exchange glances and the mohawk man moes from behind you into the kitchen. You take another step over to the sofa. You need to know if the bullet has gone through or not.Â
âNot another step.â Gaz says, raising his weapon. You hold your hands up again, holding your ground.
âI canât help him if you donât let me check him.â You say, gritting your teeth.
âStand down Gaz.â You hear the voice behind you say. Gaz shifts gripping the weapon in his hands tighter.Â
âYou wonât hurt him?â He asks.
âCross my heart.â You say looking in his eyes, you keep your hands up until he lowers his weapon. You look down at the man on the sofa. Thereâs so many things you need to check, he could be bleeding internally, you canât see any other wounds but there could be others.Â
You remember the basics, seemingly pointless stuff like ten-second triage and CABC. You could name every organ and what it does. Maybe you could stitch him up, youâve had enough practice in the labs with fake skin. You know how to do an ultrasound and an x-ray but itâs not like ULF keeps stuff like that in a safehouse.Â
You lower your hands but take it slow, bending down by him. Your hand brushes over the bandages. They're thick and it hasnât bled through. You want to pull them back, look at the wound but if itâs not bleeding he's stable.Â
âI got water. Ghost, Gaz. Check your medkits for sterile bandages.â Itâs the man with the accent, you turn to see him bringing over a bowl of water.Â
Ghost. He must be the man with the mask. Gaz and Ghost.
He puts it down on the coffee table behind you.Â
âWhat's his name?â You ask, swallowing the nerves you need them to think you can do this. Maybe you can do this, or maybe heâll die and they have someone to blame.Â
âIs that important?â Gaz asks.Â
âNo, I'm just used to asking.â You pull the bandages back slowly, blood pours out and you take a clean bandage mopping it up. You should clean the wound, asses the damage and get then fuck out of here. Or at least do enough for them to let you go.Â
âWhat's his blood type?â You ask.Â
âOh-positive.â The Ghost says.Â
âDo you think he needs blood?â They guy with the accent asks. You look up at Gaz putting the bandages back down.Â
âI donât know. How bad was the bleeding?â You ask.Â
âBad I guess, bled through a few bandages before we got it under control.â Gaz says.
âCan you help me roll him on his side? I need to know if there's an exit wound.â You ask, turning to the guy with the accent, you still donât know his name but he seems the nicest out of all of them.Â
âThereâs no exit wound.â Gaz says, you believe him and the less you have to move him the better, especially if the bullet is still in there. You nod looking back at the bandages and gauze theyâve managed to collect.
You replace the bandages with gauze, homeostatic gaze, the good stuff you've only seen once or twice. The bleeding already seemed under control but youâre trying to buy time besides there's nothing you can do to make this worse, or at least you hope so. Â
You try to remember things youâve picked up from your parents. Heâs breathing, responding to pain even though he's barely conscious. His pulse is as rapid as his breathing, again you donât know if that's good or bad.Â
In the medkit thereâs a blood pressure machine and a thermometer. His blood pressure is elevated, if he was bleeding out his BP would be low or at least that's what you assume. His temperature is normal, so no fever which means no infection right?Â
You pick up one of the rags from the kit and dump it into the bowl of water. You ring it out and use it to mop up the sweat on his face, before resting it on his forehead. People do this in movies, maybe it will help, maybe it will get some kind of response from him.Â
If he dies theyâll kill you. There is always someone behind you, you can hear them shuffle as they move their weapon from hand to hand. If you tried to make a run for it they would kill you. Your best chance is to save this man. Save the enemy.Â
If heâs breathing, youâre safe. If heâs not bleeding out, you're safe.Â
You continue to make yourself look busy. Patting his forehead, keeping pressure on his wounds. He doesnât seem to have any other injuries, just a gunshot to the abdomen. Thereâs no swelling or rigidness in his bowel. You remember hearing from an ED doctor once that everything from nipple to the navel is no man's land.Â
âWhen were you going to tell us huh!?â Itâs Gaz, he's loud and angry. Thereâs a hand gripping your shoulder and youâre pulled away from the man on the sofa. You turn to see Gaz with his weapon in his hands, the barrel pressed to your head.Â
âWhatâs going on?â Ghost asks even though heâs bought his own weapon aimed at you.Â
âSheâs Konni.â The man with the mohawk says. You look up at the man with the gun pressed to your head. You didn't even get a chance to get to your feet.Â
This is it. This is how you die.
The barrel is cold on your skin, youâre holding your breath, his finger is on the trigger.Â
âExplain yourself.â A deep voice asks. You swallow hard trying to keep as still as possible.
âIâm a smuggler. I work for whoever pays. The people you killed, I was supposed to get them to Al-Qatala. Konni pays me to smuggle people or weapons over the border. Itâs easy to use ULF safehouses up here as a stop off point.â Itâs desperate, you feel like youâre talking too fast. Maybe they wonât understand you with your accent. Maybe they wonât believe you.Â
âYou Russian?â The man with the mohawk asks.Â
âDoes it matter?â You almost spit back at him.Â
âWhat about Al-Qatala or ULF you done jobs for them too?âÂ
âIf they pay, yeah. Youâd be surprised how desperate people can get.â Adrenaline pulses through you, youâre not going to back down even if it is your final stand.Â
âGaz, stand down.â You see a hand land on his shoulder. You swallow again, looking up at him, his eyes are scrunched together, thereâs real anger behind them. The gun moves from your head, you let out a sigh of relief, sitting back on your legs, you keep your hands up.
âWhat do Konni pay you to smuggle?â Ghost asks.Â
âI donât ask. The less I know the less Iâm a liability. Iâm good at what I do, that's all that matters.â The man with the mohawk scoffs. Gaz moves back to stand with him.Â
âYou donât even get a little curious?â Gaz asks.Â
âPOWâs, chemicals. High ranking members of Al-Qatala, mostly for meetings with Konni, sometimes with Makarov himself.â
âWhat about the ULF?â Ghost asks.Â
âGeneral supplies, the odd civilians, favors for Farah. Itâs harder to cross the other borders. Russia is easy.âÂ
âSo youâre not a medic. Can you even help him?â Gaz asks. You turn to look at the man on the sofa, you canât tell if colour has come back to his face or not.Â
âMy mother was a ED nurse, my father was a doctor. I was on track to go to med school too.â You say, youâre not sure whatâs going to happen now. You probably know as much as they do, theyâve most likely have more medical training then you.
âWhere are your parents now?â Gaz asks.
âDead, killed in the conflict. Like almost everyone I know.â Thereâs sadness in your voice, you try to hide it.Â
âYou didnât pick a side?â Ghost asks.Â
âI did, in the beginning. Farahâs message was a popular one. It was the ULF who came to our aid when our town was attacked.â You pause looking round at them all. âIt was the ULF who carpet bombed the hospital killing my father. A week later my mother was killed by Al-Qatala when they raided a ULF base.âÂ
âIâm sorry, about your parents.â The mohawk man says, Gaz tuts.Â
âWhy become a smuggler?â Ghost asks. âPut your hands down.âÂ
âIt was by chance. I managed to gather enough money to flee, and pay someone to get me over the border. We got talking, he offered me a job instead.â You explain lowering your hands.Â
âWhere is he now?â
âProbably dead.â You say as a matter of fact. You havenât seen him in over a year. In the beginning he was like your mentor, teaching you the best routes and how to use ULF and Al-Qatala safehouses. Who to mention to get people to leave you alone. He vouched for you, got you jobs then when you were ready then he just left.Â
Or maybe he fucked up and he was killed.Â
No one is saying anything.Â
âYour friendâs gunshot is not a through and through, that means the bullet is still in there. Pulling it out could kill him, I donât have the equipment to check where it is or if he has any other injured organs. He needs a hospital.â You say urgently.Â
âCASEVAC?â Gaz asks.
âNot from here.â Ghost replies. Thereâs silence again. You squeeze your eyes closed, sighing.
âThereâs an abandoned vets in the next town, east of here. It will have the supplies I need to sew him up at least. Make sure heâs stable enough to move.â They could think youâre lying. Theyâre exchanging glances, you can almost see them thinking. It seems like Ghost is the one incharge, he shifts on his feet.Â
âOkay.âÂ
âWhat about Farah?â Gaz asks, your head snaps over to the mohawk man, you need to get his name at some point, and figure out where his accent is from, he doesnât sound like the other two.
âNothing but radio silence.â Ghost replies.Â
âHow did you end up here?â You ask before you can stop yourself. Youâve been honest with them, maybe theyâll be honest with you.
âThat's classified.â Ghost snaps, you nod. You expected that.Â
âI heard Farahâs forces are moving north. Weâre close to the Russian border. Maybe itâs best you wait?â You say offering up the only info you have on ULFâs movements.
âHow do you know that?â Ghost asks.Â
âI was warned they were on the move when I picked up this job.â You say.Â
âBy Konni?â Gaz asks, you nod. You hear Ghost sigh then mutter under his breath.Â
âIn your opinion, how bad is he?â Ghost asks, taking another step towards you, you hold your ground.Â
âI donât know. Moving him is risky, but there is no way to tell if the bullet is already doing any damage internally.â You explain. âItâs 50/50 either way.âÂ
âAnd you know how to sew him up?â The mohawk guy asks, raising an eyebrow.Â
âIâve had plenty of practice.â You explain. Itâs a long shot, but right now it's about keeping yourself alive. As long as youâre useful youâre safe.
There are collective sighs around the room, glaces and nods of heads. Ghost lowers his weapon taking another step towards you. He opens his mouth about to speak but a groan from behind you cuts him off.Â
You turn to see the man on the couch trying to sit himself up. Gaz rushes past you and you move out the way getting to your feet to give him room. The guy with the mohawk grabs your arm pulling out the way.Â
âPrice, donât move. Youâre okay.â He says. Price, so that's the name of the man on the sofa. His eyes blink open and he looks around, you can feel the barrel of a weapon digging into your back.Â
A gentle reminder they donât trust you.
âWhere are we?â Price slurs followed by a groan, you almost miss what he says.
âUrzikstan, ULF safehouse just across the border.â Gaz explains. They came from Russia, what were they doing in Russia? You remember what the guard told you, there were marines landing in Russia. Maybe this is them and he got it wrong. Or there are still people out there and youâre about to have marines and SAS to worry about.Â
âShit, what happened?â His voice is less slurred now. Gaz is keeping him pressed down, his hand stroking his arm.Â
âConvoy was ambushed, we had no choice.âÂ
âAlex?â Price asks.
âMIA, we lost track of him when you got shot. I made the order to fall back.â Ghost says but you can hear the strain in his voice.Â
âShit.â Price says, dipping his head.
âItâs okay Cap, weâll find him.â So there are more people with them. Someone called Alex, and theyâre missing. They had a convoy, most likely for the ULF.Â
âWhoâs she?â Price asks his gaze landing on you. You smile at him, itâs mostly nerves but you donât know what else to do.Â
âNot sure.â Gaz says, Price looks over at Ghost.Â
âSmuggler.â The mohawk guy says.Â
âULF?â Price asks, no one says anything for a few seconds.Â
âTake her out to the hall.â Ghost says.Â
âCâmon.â The man behind you says pulling you out of the room and to the entrance hall. The door is closed behind you and he lets your arm go leaning against the wall. You donât say anything leaning against the opposite wall.Â
You could take him, you wouldnât have to do much just surprise him, give yourself enough time to run out the house. Maybe if you knock him hard enough you can grab his weapon. Heâs not even holding a weapon at you, his arms are crossed.Â
Youâre quick, you donât know if youâre quicker then him but his pistol is just sitting in his holster.Â
Itâs been at least 10 minutes youâd wager. Theyâre deciding your fate. It makes you restless, you pick at your nails while you hear their muffled voices on the other side of the door. You look over at the man in the room.
âSee something you like?â He asks.
âWhy join the army when your country is not at war?â
âWhy not pick a side when yours is?â You scoff, shaking your head. Like he would understand what itâs like. Just like the Americans, there always has to be a good and a bad.Â
âYouâre not british?â You ask.Â
âScottish.â He replies. You didn't think you were going to get a sincere reply, you smile. He looks over at you and you look away, back to the door.
âEver think about whatâs going to happen when the war ends?â He asks. You laugh, you donât really mean it, it just seems like such a stupid question.Â
âIâll be long gone before that happens.â You say crossing your arms and shifting your weight. Youâve dropped the idea of escaping it seems. Maybe you can get more info from them, useful info. A Lot of people would pay good money for SAS intel. Â
âReally? Where would you go?â He asks like heâs interested all of a sudden.
âAmerica, Russia. Somewhere with a fuck load of land.âÂ
âWhy?âÂ
âFarming sounds like fun. Being self-sufficient, that kind of thing.â You say. He raises an eyebrow like he doesnât believe you.Â
âWhat about you? Got any dreams or are you planning on dying for your country?â You ask bitterly. What makes him think heâs any better than you? Because he took an oath? Fuck him.Â
âWho knows, might do. Whatâs better though a quick fulfilled life or a long unfulfilled one?â He says. You frown at him. What the fuck does that mean?
âWhat? Were you a therapist in another life?â You ask, looking away. He chuckles, you ignore him. You both stand there in silence for what feels like ages. You can still hear mumbling, theyâre still talking. They could be deciding to execute you. Youâre the enemy, they donât even need to make it look like an accident. Boom bullet in your head job done.Â
You just hope itâll be quick. Or maybe theyâll decide to torture you for intel, not that you know much.Â
âWhatâs your name?â You turn to the man.Â
âSoap.âÂ
âSoap? Like what you wash with?â You ask, raising an eyebrow. He nods, you scoff, shaking your head and looking away.
Soap, Ghost, Gaz and Price. What a fucking mess youâve got yourself into.
The door swings open, it makes you jump. You both stand up but you wait for Soap to move first.
âHe wants to talk to you.â Gaz says, he barely looks at you as he moves out the way of the door. You nod swallowing the fear rising in you. You walk back into the room. Price is sat up on the sofa now a hand pressed on the bandages on his stomach, thereâs an electronic tablet by his side. That probably has a lot of expensive intel on it.Â
Ghostâs stood behind the sofa with his arms crossed. You look at him quickly then to Price as you stop in front of him. He looks round you, he still looks clammy, at least there is some colour back in his face. Thatâs got to be good, at least whatever you did didn't kill him.Â
âYou said you could pull the bullet out?â He asks. You look round the room not quite believing what youâre hearing.Â
âNo, I said you needed a hospital.â You cross your arms. Price smiles leaning back on the sofa, his face winces in pain even though he tries to hide it.Â
âI want you to pull it out.â
âPrice!â You hear Gaz say. âThat's not what we discussed.âÂ
âIâm sorry. Even if I could just pull it out, I donât have any equipment. No sterile field, an x-ray.â You stop throwing your hands up. âI could kill you. I donât exactly want the blood of a SAS soldier on my hands.â Â
âI could die anyway?âÂ
âYouâre still talking, moving, breathing.â Youâre getting frustrated, thereâs no way youâre going to do this. If you kill him theyâll blame you, itâs a death sentence.Â
âWhich means the bullet probably missed anything vital.â He says as a matter of fact. You look down at the wound, his hand still resting on the bandages. The bleeding is under control, he seems fine other than the hole in his stomach.Â
âMaybe. I donât know but I'm not doing what would essentially be surgery on you in a shitty safehouse.â You say squeezing the bridge of your nose. âLike I said I donât even have the tools.âÂ
âThe vets in the next town over, will it have what you need?â You stop pinching your nose. You donât say anything. There is no way this is happening. Â
âYouâre crazy.â You scoff, throwing your hands up in the air in disbelief. You look round at everyone. No one is saying anything, Price has a smile on his lips you just want to slap off.Â
âCâmere.â He says moving and gesturing for you to step closer. You just stand there gawking at him, no one is saying anything. You look up at Ghost, his eyes are digging into you. You swallow again, taking a step over to him. This time everyone does move, ever so slightly but enough for you to notice. Priceâs hand reaches out to press on his side.Â
âFeel that.â He says. You look up at him unsure what to do, he nods at you. You shake your head for a second letting out a sigh and press where he instructed.Â
Holy shit, itâs hard just under his skin. Itâs the bullet. You could pull that out no problem, then you could stitch up the rest of his wounds.
âStill donât think you could get it out?â He asks as you stand back up. Your eyes flick back up to Ghost. You press your lips together thinking, you could do this.
âWhatâs in it for me?â You ask. Now itâs negotiation time. You hear Gaz scoff.Â
âWe let you walk out here alive.â Gaz says, thereâs anger in his voice. You turn to look at him. Heâs definitely the most reserved out of all them, he held a gun to your head. He would kill you, all he needs is an excuse. You look back down at Price.Â
âYour life for mine.â He says.Â
âDramatic.â You scoff. You hear Soap chuckle behind you.Â
âI want asylum, in the UK.â You say, crossing your arms. It's not America but itâs a start. Â
âFine.â Price says. You look at him shocked.Â
âJust like that?â You ask frowning, itâs almost too good to be true.Â
âJust like that. You need to get us into Russia though. Quietly, you said youâre a good smuggler, weâll even pay you for it.â Price says. Now you really donât believe him. Itâs a challenge though, you can see it in his eyes.Â
âI would need to go to the vets for the supplies.â You say.
âGhost will go with you.â Price says. This is risky, they could be lying. They could kill you as soon as theyâre done with you. If they want you to take them over the border you could hand them over to Konni. Makarov would probably pay you enough to retire if you handed him 4 SAS soldiers, fuck it heâd probably give you a mansion somewere in Russia.Â
âHow do I know I can trust you?â You ask.
âHow do we know we can trust you?â Price says back, tipping his head. TouchĂ©. You smile.Â
âOkay. Iâll help.â You hold your hand out, he shuffles uncomfortably but leans forward to shake your hand.Â
You donât trust them, but they donât trust you. No way youâre going to let them betray you though. Thatâs your job.

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Okay I had a fic idea what I want to request
So my bff was watching her boyfriend playing soccer shirtless and all and she was basically drooling and that got me thinking for a fic
So Ghost is training the new recruits They're outside and Ghost is looking positively delicious being sweaty and dressed only in tactical pants and his boots
And reader, Gaz and Soap are just drooling over him
So then Laswell shows up and is like, go do something productive, you can drool over your boyfriend/fiance/husband/whatever you want in your own time
And they're protesting and stuff (and ofcourse Soap is making a lot of sexual comments) and Laswell sees Price and tells him to tell his sergeants to stop drooling and go do something productive
But Price is like I don't know Laswell, Ghosts ass does look absolutely delicious in those pants
And Laswell is just done âąïž
Maybe there are some important people with Laswell and they're just like these are your best people?
Most likely they drag Ghost into a closet after
I would have kept going but i'm still not feeling great and I needed to wrap this up.
CW: sex, PiV sex, handjob, cringe one liners.
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Youâre sitting out on the picnic table outside the barracks. Itâs nice weather today and you can see down to the training field where Simonâs been all day. You got back early from training now you have nothing to do but look over your notes and relax for the evening.Â
You took a 6 pack of beer out the fridge, thereâs nothing to do tomorrow itâs Sunday even Simon and John will get a rest. You watch as the figures in the distance start getting closer, working their way back up towards the main building.Â
Simon sticks out like a sore thumb dressed all in black with the white mask. This time itâs different though, you frown as he gets closer. You almost canât believe it, heâs shirtless, still has the mask but has his shirt and vest in one of his hands.Â
âFucking hell,â you whisper taking a sip of your beer. You watch as he gets closer and closer followed by a dozen soldiers in full kit, coated in mud. Now youâre seeing Simon's coated in mud too from the waist down. There are splashes on his chest, he throws his clothes down and stops. The exhausted soldiers behind him stop standing to attention.Â
You get up walking back to the barracks and opening the door. âKyle! Johnny! You have to see this.â You call before letting the door close and going back over to the table, by the time you hear them coming out Simonâs popped open a bottle of water squirting it on his chest and wiping the dirt off.Â
âWhat?â Kyle asks coming out first but you can already see his eyes locked onto Simon. You offer him a beer.Â
âHoly shit.â Johnny says as Kyle comes down to sit next to you.Â
âWhat happened to his clothes?â Johnny asks. You chuckle.Â
âYou complaining?â Kyle asks, opening his beer. Johnny reaches over to pick one up and sits on the other side of you. You all sit there in awe, you can just about hear what heâs shouting about; one of the soldiers fell in the mud and started sinking. Simon had to jump in to pull them out.Â
âMaybe we should get him a bucket of water?â Kyle asks.Â
âOr a hose.â You say taking another sip of beer.Â
âHey! LT!?â Johnny shouts making you jump, he turns to look over. âNeed a hand!?â You watch as he shakes his head turning back to the troop. You smile watching the early evening sun shine off his skin, he looks good. Heâs still squirting water and brushing the dirt off as the soldiers start jogging back down the hill.Â
âHow many laps do you think heâll make them do?â Kyle asks.Â
âTill he's nice and clean I bet.â Johnny says nudging you. You lean forward with your beer watching him run his hands up and down his arms. He bends down to pick something up off his vest and itâs like you all sign in unison.Â
âWhat's going on out here?â Kate asks, coming through the door behind you. None of you turn your eyes all watching Simon stand back up.Â
âTraining.â Johnny says shifting next to you.Â
âWhat happened to Simon?â She asks.Â
âI donât know but whatever it was it needs to happen more often.â Kyle says. Kate sighs and you watch as Simon crosses his arms and starts to pace.Â
âFuck, Iâd let those arms crush me.â You say before taking another drink.Â
âArms? Those thighs.â Kyle says also taking a sip.
âNo, itâs all about that fuckinâ arse of his.â Johnny says. âThe things Iâd do for those cheeks.â You canât help laughing and nodding in agreement.Â
âShouldnât you be doing something useful?â She asks.Â
âNeed to make sure he doesnât get hurt again.â Johnny says. She sighs and you turn back to see her with her arms crossed.Â
âYou can gawk at him later, maybe John needs a hand with something?â She suggests.  Â
âYeah, maybe.â Johnny says but none of you move.Â
âAnd youâre the best the crown has to offer.â Laswell sighs.
âI donât know about you but Iâd swear allegiance to that body any day of the week.â Johnny says, taking a long sip of his beer.Â
âHere, here.â Gaz replies holding his can up.
âI will be faithful and bear true allegiance to His Majesty King Charles III, and that tight fucking ass.â Johnny says, you snort on your beer and it throws Kyle into a laughing fit.Â
âChrist.â You hear Kate sigh as she heads back into the building. You all sit there in silence for a few minutes watching the troop come back up the hill. When you all hear the door again this time itâs John and Kate who come out.Â
âWhat happened to Simon?â He asks.Â
âHe got dirty.â You say, Johnny chuckles. John hums.Â
âReally fuckinâ dirty.â Johnny whispers.Â
âI think he needs a hand getting clean.â You say, going to stand up.Â
âDefinitely a 2 person job.â Kyle says. Following you.Â
âAll hands on deck.â Johnny says, finishing his can and following you both walking over to Simon.Â
âIt doesnât take three of you.â Kate calls.Â
âThink of it as a team building exercise.â John says, Johnny turns and winks at him. When you make it up to Simon he turns to see you all.Â
âThought you could use a hand cleaning up.â Johnny says resting his hand on his shoulder. Kyle bends down picking up his vest and shirt and your hand lands on the bottom of his back. Simon hums as the soldiers come to a stop panting in front of you all.Â
âFine.â He sighs, before dismissing the troop.Â
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You all drag Simon into the barracks shared washroom much to Johnâs amusement and Kate's raised eyebrow. You run the shower getting the right temperature while Johnny and Kyle help strip Simon. You hear the sound of lips smacking together and clothes being dropped on the floor while you finish up.Â
When you step back and turn theyâre all naked and Johnnyâs face is already pressed into Simonâs neck. You walk over to them and lean up pressing a kiss on Simonâs lips. He tastes of salt, his lips are cracked and dry, you run your hand up his stomach but before you can go any further Kyle and Johnny pull him away.Â
You smile watching them take him over to the showers while you strip, throwing your clothes into the pile. When you make it over to the shower Kyleâs arm comes around you pulling you against him. You smile and run your hand up Simonâs back, brushing some of the dirt off.Â
âGot yourself all dirty hum LT?â Johnny says as he runs his hands down Simonâs chest. You chuckle and Johnny looks over Simonâs shoulder winking at you. Kyle moves to stand behind you, and you continue to help the water wash the dirt off Simonâs back.Â
âYouâre a menace Johnny.â Simon moans, you feel his body tense as Johnny starts to stroke Simonâs cock. You peak over his shoulder only to be met by Johnnyâs mouth. You hum as Kyle presses himself against you and you feel his cock brush against your thighs.Â
Before you know it you're switched with Johnny whoâs more than happy to run his hands over Simonâs ass. You end up pinned against the wall with Simonâs arms wrapped around you hitching you up and onto his cock. Itâs not the most comfortable position but you donât care.Â
You watch Simonâs eyes roll back into his head as Johnny presses his fingers into his ass. You feel his cock twitch inside you and he stops thrusting into you causing you to moan in his neck.
âDonât stop.â Kyle says as his hand comes over to stroke your cheek.Â
âYeah, donât let me distract you.â Johnny says with a cheeky grin on his face. You tut shaking your head, they're not making this easy for him.
âFuck,â Simon says squeezing his eyes closed, you wrap your arms around his neck letting him pick you up fully, his hands grip your ass bounching you on his cock. You press your lips against his, he moans in your mouth, his fingers digging into your skin.Â
You hear Johnny and Kyle chuckle their lips smacking against each other. Simon changes his pace, pressing into you deeper, it makes you break from the kiss and tip your head back against the wall.Â
âSimon.â You call squeezing your legs around him. Youâre going to come if he keeps this pace up.Â
âYes, câmon.â He breathes into your ear, you take that as all the permission you need clenching around him while you come. He presses his mouth into your neck as he comes too, that you weren't expecting but you donât care. Youâre both panting against each other, after a few seconds he slowly lowers you down to the floor.Â
You let the water warm the goosebumps off you as Simon turns around to face Johnny and Kyle.Â
âOh youâre not done yet.â Johnny says winking at Simon. You look around at Kyle who offers you his hand then pulls you into his arms. You watch as Johnny is already pressing Simon back into the shower, his hands running up and down his body.Â
âShould we leave them to it?â You ask Kyle.Â
âOr we could stay and watch.â He says smiling. You smile back nodding and dragging him into the next shower. ___
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