Annika Miller had a great life. Her father was an upstanding member of the military, and she followed in his footsteps. But when her life was almost claimed by Death to die to the war, her father finally told her truth. She wasn't his daughter.
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Blade watched as Annika shredded off her jacket, the sight of her back made him shudder. Instead of the long lines that were the last memory of her that he had, there were beautiful tattoos. Valkyrie wings and Odin's valknut covered her back, hiding the hideous scars that were, without a doubt, left by the whippings she suffered for his and the rest of the squadron's freedom. His brother had already left, unable to handle the return of a woman they had mourned for.
Annika was kicking a storm. Boxing bags were sprayed on the ground, broken with sand pouring out the casings. She ignored everything around her, her mind focused on the workout. Blade stood there listening out for anyone. Half an hour later, the doors to the gum opened and a sleepy Grimm entered the room. His eyes zoned in on Annika who was still working out, assaulting the bags. The club's SGT at Arms, and the best friend of Reaper stood there confused until he saw Blade.
He made his way over to him, nodding a greeting. "Who's the doll?"
Blade chuckled, shaking his head. "Don't let her hear you say that." He looked back at his old friend, not realising that Grimm had asked him a question. The clearing of Grimm's throat caused him to look up. Seeing Grimm's expression, Blade blushed slightly. "Sorry, what was that?"
Grimm rolled his eyes and leant against the wall. "Where is your friend that you were teasing Doc with?"
Blade jerked his head towards Annika. "She's right in front of you." Grimm's eyes widened with surprise he pointed to Annika and then back to Blade. "That hot ass is your friend?"
Behind them was a growl and there stood Jaxon and Reaper. Grimm winked at the man and motioned to Annika again, but a second growl stopped him. Blade smirked and leaned into whisper, "She was mine and Blayze's squad leader and is the daughter of Jaxon and his ol' lady that died twenty-five years prior."
Grimm's eyes widened and he gulped watching as his Prez glared at him unimpressed. Lowering his head, he narrowed his eyes at the smirking Blade. The Enforcer whistled and caught the attention of Annika who smiled and beckoned at him. Leaving behind his brothers, he joined Annika on the matt. They conversed before they got into position.
He hadn't sparred for many years, not since he last sparred with her. The memory of his leader had always crippled him; it was the same for his brother. Blayze had broken down when they returned to base, having been unconscious for majority of the time. The whole team was; it seemed that none of the men had been able to handle the guilt of leaving her there. They were the only two that were still alive. Sure, none of them committed suicide; but they were all guilty of going into dangerous situations headfirst, not caring if they survived. The only reason he and Blayze had survived the shit they had put themselves into was because of the club.
It seemed as if Annika hadn't let herself go, she was still great at fighting, not that he should have been surprised. She waited for him to make the first move, as she used to. He ran at her, hoping to slam her against the ropes, but she had another idea. Kicking out, she caught Blade in the side, causing him to drop slightly as she slid under his legs and swung back up, her foot sending him stumbling forwards.
