ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 (platonic and romantic oneshots)

The Gulag

WORDS: 1742

PRONOUNS: THEY/THEM.

GENERAL SCENE: WARZONE, GULAG

CHARACTERS / PEOPLE MENTIONED: SMII7Y, GRIZZY, BLARG

=??? pov=

I sat up in the rafters of the gulag, one of my teammates just finished winning his. "We ready to head out, get back in the game?" I looked back down at the gulag, watching as two people were pushed in to fight for their freedom. "Nah, we got time," I said. "Besides, I wanna see how this goes," I said, gesturing to the ground below. 

On one end of the arena was someone with a mask made of metal that had red markings on it. They had a vest with several pockets on it, being covered by a few straps for guns and a large triangular scarf, a pair of cargo pants with some padding and armor around the knees and calves, along with some grey boots. In his hand, he held a desert eagle pistol.

On the other end, was a person who was a good bit shorter than the first guy. They were wearing something similar to a cowboy-getup. A light grey button-up with an armor vest over top, a black leather jacket over the top that looked like it had been through hell and back, a pair of dark grey cargo pants with boots, A light grey triangle scarf, and black gloves, and to top it all off, a blue-grey cowboy hat with a strap of bullets around it. In their hand was a magnum pistol. They looked nervous and kept glancing up at the rafters.

A buzzer sounded, and the two started running. The guy with the mask ran straight ahead while Cowboy ran to the left and hid. Then the first gunshot went off. Mask let out a strangled grunt as one of his legs moved forward slightly, then, Cowboy ran at him from behind.

Jumping onto his back, pistol in hand, Cowboy attempted to steady his hand and end the fight. Mask stood up feeling the arms around his neck start to strangle him and started thrashing around trying to throw them off. Throwing himself backward into the concrete barriers, he attempted to knock Cowboy off. And then I heard it. The sound of a gun being dropped to the ground. The most Cowboy could do now was strangle the guy to death. 

I lifted the black sunglasses off my mask and watched with anticipation of what would happen. Cowboy reached into one of the masked man's vest pockets and bulled out a black fixed blade knife. Getting thrown back again, Cowboy was struggling to keep steady. They took the knife, pointed it upwards toward the metal masked man's neck, and trusted it forward.

The man thrashed backward into the barrier again, successfully knocking Cowboy off. But it was too late. After a few moments of struggling, the man in the mask fell backward with a gurgling sound, blood coming out of his neck.

Cowboy stood up, still shaking slightly. After a few shaky steps towards the exit of the gulag where they could pick their stuff, they fell over, passed out.

"Woah! Hey!" I said, running down to a lower point so I could get to the ground more quickly. "Smitty, where are you going?" Grizzy said as I jumped down to the main gulag arena. "To help them, Their team would have been here to help them out by now, yet nobody's here. Plus, with the way they fight, we may be able to convince them to be on our team." I said, jumping down to the ground and rushing over to them. Looking around I grabbed the magnum off the ground and stuck it in one of my empty holsters.

As I was about to grab them, I looked to the side where their hat had fallen. Picking it up I put on top the backward cap on my head. Carefully grabbing them, I picked them up and put them over my shoulders in a fireman's carry. 'Just like in training' I thought.

=your pov [you, yours, you're, etc.]=

Blinking slightly, you opened your eyes only to squint them shut again because of the light, your ears still ringing slightly. "Hm? Hey, they're awake!" Someone said. It was a more masculine voice, with a bit of a Canadian accent to it. Then you felt a hand on your shoulder shaking you slightly. "Hey, you good? You gotta try and stay awake so we can help, alright?" Squinting your eyes, you looked at the person in front of you. He was wearing a beanie and some armored camo.