× Day Dreams & Nightmares × R6 x Male!reader

Cover Fire (Mozzie)

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I had known Y/n since we were in diapers. He had been by my side through everything and even managed to join Rainbow with me. He really was my everything and honestly, I don't think I could ever be without him. Although, he obviously doesn't know that. He's straighter than anyone I've ever met and I always get bitter just thinking about it.

"Aye, Max! Get ya head outta the clouds mate," a familiar voice barked. I looked over, seeing Y/n giving me the same lopsided grin I fell in love with.

"Yeah yeah, what do ya want?" I grumbled, perking up a brow. He nodded towards a file he set on my desk.

"I'm goin' on another mission. Six asked me to brief you since you're goin' with me," he explained as I opened the file.

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"No way in hell are ya goin, Y/n. No. Way. As your best friend, I am not goin' watch you risk your life on that damned thing. Come on. Getting into that HQ? You're just askin for hell!" I said, slamming the manilla folder back down.

"I don't have a choice, Max. And neither do you. Six wanted to said Gustav, Lera, or Mina but Gustav is in France clearing some things up with the rest of the GIGN, Lera had to leave for training CBRN recruits and Mina was called to New Mexico to help pilot for some others. I was the only other viable option. Besides, it's already been under siege for hours. They need me for medical backup," he explained in a quiet whisper. He understood the severity of this mission, but was still ready to put his life on the line.

"Alright, fine. But you're comin back alive, ya hear?"

××× Y/n's POV ×××

Max was driving us to the scene after we landed, eyes focused on the road through his sunglasses and helmet. He was unable to bring his bike because of some difficulties with it, but he didn't seem to mind driving with me.

Of course, I wasn't complaint either. I'll be honest here: I've had the biggest crush on him for the LONGEST time. But Max always talks about and with Tori (Gridlock) so I always thought he had a thing for her. I obviously never got over it, but he's never gonna know.

"Alright, you're going to be joining Jordan and Collin(Warden) in breaching from behind. Im going in through our lines with the other nurses and doctors to treat the wounded on field too critical to move. Got it?" I explained, patting his back and nodding towards the two Americans. He nodded, sliding his helmet back on and grabbing his gear, turning to leave.

"You'll be able to see me from across if you breach correctly. Stay safe, ya got it?" I told him, laying my hand gently on his shoulder before he could leave.

"Come on, and get this pretty face of my beat up? Fuck that. But you stay safe too," he laughed. Grabbing the back of each other's heads, we slammed out heads together (g e n t l y) before running off to our duties.

××× 3 hours later, Mozzies POV ×××

After we breached, I always found myself on the look out for Y/n. I found him multiple times, working with injuries or providing cover fire so they could move someone. I wasn't too worried about him, but there was something constantly nagging at the back of my mind, like something was going to go wrong.

We had almost done, the enemies looking desperate and in the brink of defeat. They had used most of their resources and their comms were completely fucked. They had no way to get help or to get out.

So why did it have to happen?

Y/n went to move to Ryad, who was gripping his side closely, his face strained with pain. In doing so, he lost quite a bit of his cover and was consequently shot down. Three to his gut, two in his right leg and shoulder. He cried out, stumbling next to Ryad. Y/n disappeared behind the cover for a moment before he popped back up, shooting behind him as he lead Ryad back to safer grounds. He dropped again behind a barrier, peeking around to look for more wounded. He wasn't going to find any more his wounds got the best of him.

"Y/N!" I screamed, anger flooding into my nerves. He was only trying to help his comrades and he's dying because of it. I gritted my teeth, popping out from cover and spraying as many enemies as I could see, my eyes watery and shining.

I might lose my beat friend, the person I love the most because of this stupid thing.

××× 3 months later ×××

Y/n had lived. But his wounds were too much and he fell into a coma two days after waking up from surgery. I visited him everyday when I wasn't deployed. I spent every living hour with him, unable to fathom the fact he might not come back to me.

Everything hurt now without him. It was too quiet, too boring. Too dull and too cold. Nothing was the same without him.

But the only thing I could do was hope that he'd come back to me.

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OKAY i need your opinion. i kind of want to dabble with a ghost!reader but im not sure. so if i make a part 2 i could kill off the reader to so the ghost thing or i could make a part 2 fluff with y/n waking up. ill let y'all decide!!