Heart of the war. [Smii7y x Reader]

fifty seven❗

You are blessed with a long chapter <3

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A deafening explosion pierced the ears of the gang in the gulag, aswell as the two spetsnaz operators.

"Theres an X mark where you need to go. We need to get out, now!" Bale yelled, holding off incoming fire with a riot shield.

A juggernaut.

"Out! Go, go, go!" Nikto ordered, watching the men fly out the blown hole, into the tunnels once again.

Moo looked behind him, running still. Fire opened harsher upon bale, and nikto had tried his best to cover for bale as he fell.

"Брат..." he sniffed in disbelief, getting a bullet straight to the head, just barely piercing through his metal faceplate.

"BALE!" moo screeched, almost turning around and running back to help before being held back by puffer.

"Get- Get out..this sim-! Augh!" Bale took a bullet to the spine.

"Brock!" Puffer grabbed him as soft as he could to not hurt him, but firm enough to drag him away.

The metal door clamped shut, mangling Bales limp, lifeless body. His lower half fell on niktos corpse, snugly.

Brothers till time can tell.
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"Did you guys hear something? We need every mans hand!" Y/N yelled, getting everyone to dig.

After minutes of furious work, blood, sweat, tears and dedication, familiar faces were unveiled from a now crater in the ground.

"Y/N..?" Smii7y asked, confused as to why her face contorted so quickly.

"YOU GUYS!" Y/N called hoarsly, pulling puffer up with her strong arms. Everyone up above pitched in to hoist everyone else up, narrowly getting greetings through.

"Nows not a place to catch up. We need to move, now!" As if on cue, bullets started firing at them, as they ran.

If someone fell back, Y/N ran back and dragged them to the group. No one gets hurt on this run to ATC.

They are half way to ATC when the fire holds. Smii7y didnt think it was a good sign.

"They literally have the best position right now. They shouldnt be holding." Smii7y said worriedly. As he finished, a frag flung into their group.

Grunting, Brock picked it up, lobbing it back into their direction until he heard very calming sounds.

"Team wipe."

"Lets fucking GO BROCK!" Everyone cheered, making him chuckle a little.

"We move on my signal." Grizzy inputted.

"Theres definitely a team up there, i mean its fucking atc tower." Grizzy added again, slightly irritated.

"We cant risk anyone! Me, Jack, Marcel, Moo, and puffer and weapon-less!" Noah added.

"Noahs right, we cant go up there. We can probably camp out in airport." Matt added.
(Yay, matt appearance!)

Another grenade flew into someones lap, and brock immediately picked it up.

"Its barely cooked!" Brock screamed, chucking that fucker up into atc with one hell of wrist action.

"THREE DOWN, PUSH, PUSH!!!" Brock screeched, getting everyones attention. Like wind they flew into the tower, zipping up two at a time.

Brock was the first up, then Smii7y, then Y/N, then grizzy. After that four, the rest came up afterward after getting a "clear" from the four on top.

"Turns out there was one last guy trying to revive." Grizzy let our a relieved sigh.

"I think we earned the right to this fucking tower." Matt yawned, going over to puffer and giving him a tired, yet strong hug.

"I think you guys earned the right to sleep holy shit. Also these guys were overkilling so have fun with the guns." Y/N spoke, lining up the enemies weapons on the floor neatly.

"Im a bit tired so im just gonna-" Y/N face planted onto the floor.

"Im okay!" She muffled out, right before smii7y could retort.

The group scavenged the wiped teams supplies, and fortified the area with claymore by the rappel, and in some window openings since the tower was pretty open.

Grizzy and matt approached puffer, sitting by the stairs, looking at his torn clothes and scarred limbs. Puffer, even though he was taller than grizzy, was hoisted up by the two men before getting engulfed in a love-filled crushing hug.

"You guys.." Puffer smiled, tears forming in his eyes.

"Welcome home." With that sentence, Puffers muscles relaxed. He didnt have to worry about anyone approaching him unannounced, getting beaten to a pulp, getting betted on like a dog.

"It feels amazing to be home." Puffer giggled.

Matt cried into puffers shoulder, gently sniffing here and there.

"Its- its so good," he choked. "To have you back." He sniffed hard.

Moo watched them have their reunion, feeling happy inside. Even if he wasnt acknowledged, it still felt like family.

He walked up to Smii7y who was idling, looking out.

"Hey dude." He smiled.

"Hey brock." Smii7y lifted up his ski mask.

"Hows it going..in err, this warzone?" Moo asked politely, trying not to sound weird.

"Pretty traumatizing. The ptsd hasnt kicked in yet somehow. Makes me wonder if this is even real." Jaren spoke.

"True. Hows love life? I miss my wife and daughter alot..i hope..theyre okay.." Brock sighed, thinking about his family.

"Theyre alright man. Dont take it too hard on yourself. And Y/N-? Ive scored the best person in the world." Smii7y smiled.

"You and Y/N are a thing? Congrats man. I remember how much you used to talk about her to us in our snd matches." Brock spoke lowly, not to embarrass him.

Smii7y turned beet red.

"SHsssHHH-"

The two chuckled together. Soon enough, it was night, and most of them decided to hit the hay, minus the hay, and plus the cold ass floor.

Smii7y and Y/N slept close to eachother, while grizzy, puffer and Matt cuddled closer aswell. Noah, Marcel and Jack slept ON eachother. Noah was sat up, jacks back was on his lap and marcels head rested on jacks stomach.

Brock stayed up, not that tired after just sitting around, regaining some energy. He thought back to the explosion, right before Bale was chopped in half.

Still cant figure out exactly what he said.

Wasnt it.."sim"? Something like that?

Moo thought to himself. Then he eagerly thought about the Sims games. Then it hit im like a brick wall.