Red, White and Black

Just My Type

"What do you mean he killed two-thirds of the team?" Sarkissian asked.

"Exactly what I said, he slaughtered four of the six men he was supposed to be working with." Morozov ground out as he slammed the file in front of him shut.

"Why? What was the cause of it. He's not going to just do something like that without cause."

"Because your experiment with the healer failed. It's made him less controllable. We need–"

There was a knock on the door and the commander barked out a response, pushing to stand as The Soldier came into the room. The healer came in behind before the door was shut again. Morozov stood and came around the desk, walking towards her. The Soldier immediately shifted so that his body was blocking hers as he stared Morozov down.

With a curl on his lip, Morozov sent Sarkissian a venomous look and then faced the asset again, "Report, Soldat."

Straightening the asset gave his report in that dispassionate way he did. Sarkissian watched the healer interested as different emotions ran over her face as he went through his mission report. She normally didn't attend this part of things, and Sarkissian expected her to be more bothered to hear the details of brutality.

When Morozov started to ask questions about the unscheduled death, Sarkissian's interest heightened when she watched the way the healer's face reddened slightly. A suspicion about what had occurred between these two started to form in her mind. When the commander dismissed them, she watched the body language between them and a smile started to grow on her face.

"We need to wipe him." Morozov said once the door closed behind The Soldier. His eyes narrowed when he turned and saw the smile on Sarkissian's face.

"We aren't going to wipe him. He is performing exactly as we want him to."

Morozov pinched the bridge of his nose, "He killed those four men for no good reason."

"He killed them for her." Sarkissian stated simply, moving over towards the security cameras and picking up the remote.

"Excuse me?"

"Watch." Sarkissian clicked the screen on, moving through until the cell where the Soldier and the healer stayed at night.

Crossing his arms angrily, Morozov focused on the screen, watching as the pair was shut into the cell. He watched as The Soldier removed his tactical vest and shirt before he came over to where the woman was sitting on the cot. He spoke in Romanian to her. It infuriated him that the pair always spoke in Romanian to each other, but there wasn't anything he could really do about it.

Then to his complete shock, Morozov watched as the Soldier stretched out on the bed and the woman crawled into his lap, wrapping her arms around him as she rested her head against his shoulder.

Whipping around towards Sarkissian he jabbed a finger at the screen, "What the hell is that?"

"That, Commander, is the best thing that could happen. She responded to him completely. Whatever happened with those men, that caused him to feel it necessary to eliminate them, she took it as a good thing and gave herself to him completely."

"Are you saying they had sex?" Morozov demanded.

Sarkissian smirked and nodded back at the screen, "Take a look for yourself."

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"Are you going to be punished? I asked. I was resting my head against his shoulder and letting my fingers trace along the scar under his collarbone.