Heart of the war. [Smii7y x Reader]

fifty six

"Did you hear the recent news?"

"No--? What was it?"

"...we arent being released."

"Whered you hear that-?! You little shit!"

More voices joined the conversation, crushingly. Anger and resentment followed along with the far away screams of pain.

"STOP RESISTING."

"dont struggle, youre making it harder for yourself." A faint smile was trying its best to be held back, as men watched the man on the bottom heave for air.

"..." brock watched as the man was taken away, after suffering the consequence of someone elses anger. He watched down as his arms were littered with scratches, black and purple spots and bruises.

"We're moving you to another Gulag, Get up Soldier." A gentle voice asked.

He looked up at Nikto.

"..thank you."

"Dont thank me. I may have saved you..but im not doing something good." Nikto stuttered out. Hes been tortured before, and has been put on duty to patrol the gulags, watching more people be tortured.

Bale came walking by, patting brocks shoulder comfortingly. He whispered into Moo's ear quiet enough so only he and nikto could hear.

"Head low, we're bunker busting you guys the fuck out of here."

Nikto nodded.

"Thank us later."

"We get you to the next gulag as ordered, and bust you and whoever of your choosing, out."

Moo barely hid a smile while nodding silently. He held a stern face to make sure he didnt cause suspicion and possibly get his 'captors' in trouble.

Minutes later they took a cart ride through an abandoned tunnel. He heard voices, a lot of voices..

...y/n? Grizzy? ...did i just hear tyler?

After 10 minutes of carting, they arrived at Gulag 2. Brock walked in, immediately noticing familiar, battered faces.

Bale and nikto gaurded the door, but nodded to him.

"Our plan would work better with a group of soldiers, instead of one or two, so pick wisely."

Moo nodded.

He took notice of their changes, and scars. Puffer had a black eye, cuts around his arms and neck, with torn clothing.

Marcel had mostly swollen knuckles and bruises on his chest. He didnt have a shirt, or if you could even call it a "shirt" anymore.

Noah was the most injured out of the group, with less bruises but just a long cut trailing from his shoulder down to his forearm. And lets not forget the massive red stained bandages all over him from his surgery.

Jack was the less harmed. He didnt really get voted in for gulags, but he had bruises and slashes around his chest and stomach. His shirt was torn but still visible with holes here and there.

"Hey guys.." Brock smiled, walking up to them.

"Brock..? Brock is that you?!" Puffer ran up, immediately noticing his quiet voice.

"BROCK!!" puffer engulfed him in a tight hug.

"Watch the uh, everthing, Puffer." He laughed softly.

"Woah, Brock..." noah walked up, everyone else murmuring behind him about his injuries.

"Yeah..well.. i had an angry cellmate, and this is how i paid for it." Brock smiled sinisterly.

The tension broke with a small giggle from him, as it shifted comfortably. "You guys wanna hit the road?"

"We're in a gulag.."

"I ' ll fill you guys in later. For now i think we should catch up." Brock proposed.

"Yeah. Not a bad idea. What team were you on?" Puffer asked, sitting down on a bench near the wall.

"Im a solo. They never..gave me a squad. I was in here for a good few weeks." Brock laughed softly, mustering a smile.

"What? No way." Puffer patted his back softly.

"Want to join Y/N's team? I mean, we are open for new people always." Puffer asked.

"..really? Who else is on there?" Brock lit up.

"Y/N, Tyler, Smii7y, grizzy, matt, me, and some new people like Noah, Jack and Marcel."

"Count me in. Can we call the others back here first?"

"Sure!" Puffer called over noah, jack and marcel who greeted brock with open arms. Brock then turned around, looking at his 'captors'.

"Hey uh.." brock fiddled with his fingers, shyly calling the two ops from spetsnaz.

"Ready?"

"Bunkerbust, boys~" brock shined.

"Brock, you absolute madman!" They all chimed.

-

"Did you guys hear that?" Tyler asked.

"Yeah, it was..a rusty sound, right?" Y/N recalled.

"Yknow the minecraft rail sounds?" Smii7y interjected.

"Oh yeah, did sound similar. But does that mean theres a railroad beneath us??" Grizzy joined in, after overhearing most of the conversation. Matt was asleep on his shoulder, weary from all the healing bolts.

"Could be. We could do with digging." Smii7y proposed.

"Yeah, but what if we get flanked at close?" Tyler butted in.

"Tyler has a point. Maybe we should split into teams, and one could secure the area. Kinda like how we have eyes and boots." Y/N asked.

"Not a bad idea, who wants to dig?" Grizzy asked.

"ME!" Y/N giggled.

"Anyone else?"

"I'll do some, why not?" Smii7y smiled.

"Yeah me too!" Tyler laughed.

"Then lets get it!"