The Suicide Squad [Colonel Rick Flag] x fem reader story

Chapter 3: Disguises and secrets revealed.

Warnings: Swearing.
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A truck slowly drove down the dirt path, a man named Milton at the wheel. Night fell, hours having passed from when you left the camp.

Guards emerged from the bush, approaching the truck. "We need your documents.". Milton took his hands off the wheel "Okay, just let me get them.", soon looking around for his documents. The guards stared on with hands holding the guns tightly. Milton searched quickly while his onlookers waited, slowly growing impatient.

"Just-.".

A rattling coming from in the backseat set these guards off. They started yelling at Milton to get out of the car, but he panicked and begged them to stop. "P-please I didn't-.".

*bang* *bang* *bang* *bang*. The guards stopped yelling, their bodies being thrown against the truck or swallowed whole by King-shark. Holding your gun up, you shot one of the guards in the head, his body dropping to the floor with a thud.

The rest of the guards were killed, so you tucked your gun away. Robert approaches the bus and looked inside at the terrified man. "You Milton?".  To which he got back a whimpered, 'Si."

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"Milton will drive you through town and to La Gatita Amable. There are clothes in the boxes for all of you so you can blend in. That said, the walking tiburon is gonna have to stay out of sight.".

You had found some aviator glasses and a leather jacket for your disguise. Your hand ran across the jacket, soon slipping it on and the size actually being a perfect fit.

"I wear disguise.". You turn your head to see Nanaue and Cleo talking. Cleo smiles brightly, "Oh, you're going to wear a disguise.?".

"Si.".

You can't help but smile. You can already tell they're going to be great friends. Hopefully he doesn't eat her.

Adjusting the aviator glasses you find a quiet place sit for  the time being. It's a beautiful night but you wish you had time to appreciate it since it's kind of hard to at the current moment.

Slipping an arm under your chin, a quiet sigh escaping.

You decide to look around to see the rest of your team when a figure heads your way. Even from afar you can tell it's your leader, who when he comes into light, you notice he is holding something. A cowboy hat  "(y/n).". He soon sits down at the table next to you.

"Sir, hey."

You can't help but notice the dark circles underneath his eyes. He's obviously tired, which is expected. It's been a long day and a half, everyone would be tired.

"...are you alright?".

Rick gives a nod, replying with "Yeah. I was just checking on you.".

He's been checking on you, alot. It makes you feel warm inside "...are you okay?". Flipping the question back to you.

"Yeah...I mean, I guess? It's been a pretty hectic past day and a half, half of what happened doesn't even feel real...but I guess being on this team, I should expect this shit would happen.".

There's so many bodies on your conscience, and sure you shouldn't blame yourself but it's hard not to.

"...I wish I could have saved the rest of the team, done something.".

You run a hand over your face, letting out a soft chuckle. However Rick doesn't let what you say be left not spoken about,

"(y/n), what happened wasn't your fault at all." He moves closer to you which you happen to notice. "...we didn't know we would be betrayed, it's not like any of us can see into the future..".