𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 ▶︎𝙱.𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜✔️

❄︎ 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘌𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 ❄︎

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Warning:

This chapter contains material depicting sexual assault that may be triggering to some readers. Viewer discretion is advised.

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My soldier had left me to go do something terrible, no doubt. I was left in my bed, trying to get over the splitting headache that erupted through my skull.

I ran my hands through my hair, noticing it feeling sort of greasy. It'd been days since I've showered. I could sure as hell use one.

I got up from my bed, taking a minute to get myself upright. I walked up to the glass and looked directly at the camera.

"Hey!" I yelled. I prayed there was a microphone.

"Hey, assholes!" I banged my hand against the glass, "I'm talking to you! Get the fuck in here!" I screamed.

I waited a moment. Nothing.

I spun around, groaning in annoyance.

I quickly turned around, hearing the door open. To my surprise, it was Rumlow that answered my call.

"What?" He sounded thoroughly annoyed.

"Do you guys have showers here?" I asked.

"Showers?"

"Yeah, I smell like a fucking turtle cage. Can I take a shower?"

Rumlow looked at me, an unsure expression on his face. I returned his steely gaze with my arms folded.

I saw him press a button on his earpiece.

"Hey H72, this is R56. Gwen Summers is requesting a shower. Is that allowed?"

"I don't know. Maybe..." a voice sounded from his radio.

Rumlow sighed, "well can you find out?"

"Who's in charge of her?"

"The asset, but he's busy right now."

"I can put you through to the doctor, maybe. You should probably make sure to tell the asset if you do take her so he doesn't get surprised," the voice sounded really bored. I watched awkwardly, looking about the room.

"Yeah, thanks," he waited a moment, "Doctor Otto?"

"R56? Zat you?"

"Yes, it's me. Gwen requested a shower. Is that allowed?"

"Zis is what you bothered me for? Of course. We aren't barbarians. I mean, some would definitely argue zat, but..."

The doctor began to go off on a whole rant while Rumlow looked like he wanted to shoot himself with that big gun in his holster. When the tangent ended, the man dropped his hand to his side before pressing another button on his earpiece.