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🌧 Stay Down - SOKOL X READER

i came up with something angsty when i heard one of sokol's voice lines , so have some tear fuel for ya because i like writing angst

i also had to write the lines by memory because i couldn't find the specific lines for when you're being helped up , so these mines are most likely not in the game , or are loosely based off of them

this is a seemingly rushed one ? idk i just wanted to get my idea down before i explode lmao

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2 medic bags.

4 charges.

12 times you can get back up before it's over for you.

At this point however, you didn't want to get back up. With every time they would jab that life-saving needle into you, it became even more rigorous as their words stung you like alcohol on a fresh wound. The guilt of knowing the resources they were wasting just to make sure you stayed in the fight was starting to take a toll, more so than the bullets that kept you to your knees in the first place.

"Man, you're really giving me a fuckin' headache!"

"Please don't do that again."

"C'mon, get your shit together, [H/N]!"

At first, you didn't think anything of it, but after a while, you couldn't help but think you were a burden on their backs. It still didn't stop you...except for when you heard his words.

He always managed to make your heart flutter, no matter how harsh he was. The way his words rolled off his tongue, the way his slicked back hair framed his face, the way he could take so many beatings but still stay standing. He was just perfect. You couldn't help yourself.

Those words that he said to you. It made your heart shatter. Did he find you to be that much of an annoyance? Was all the time you spent with him for nothing? Maybe it was.

"Listen, next time you get downed, do us a favor and stay down!"

Your vision had gone blurry, your head was fuzzy but not because of the massive amounts of noise around you. No. The only thing that you had echoing into your ears was his request. You've never felt so...disgusting.

As you watched the rest of the crew rush off to collect loot, you just stood there, dumbfounded. Even the cops nearby you were confused by your idle standing, so much to the point where they even stopped firing at you. You were just staring, watching as he ran into what seemed to be a vault that was miles away even though it was only a few meters away.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you felt a heavy boot come into harsh contact with you and knock you flat on your face. As the beatings of the cop adorned in black started to numb your body, you felt tears starting to stream down your cheeks as a wretched ringing noise started to fill your ears and drowing out the noise of your teammates calling out your name.

"[H/N!] C'mon stay with me-!"

You recognized that all too familiar Russian accent, but you still couldn't stop thinking about what he had said before. With that being the one thing on your mind, you could barely mutter a response as your eyelids started to drop whilst you succumbed to the pain.

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"Sokol. Please follow." Jacket communicated with the clicks of his tape recorder, but Sokol just shot him a glare, a much fiercer one compared to the ones he would usually shoot at people.

"нет! I CANNOT LOSE [H/N]!" Sokol barked before he returned his attention to you, his gaze now soft as he whispered to you. "[H/N], listen to voice. Останься со мной, stay with me."

There was so much gunfire, he could barely hear you with the chaos around him, but he still managed to pick up the weak sound of your voice as he leaned closer to your drained form.

"Просто иди, Сокол."
["Just go, Sokol."]

Sokol could feel the waterworks starting as he processed what you had said. Not only because you were trying to tell him to leave you behind, but the fact that you had said it in Russian. He didn't know you could speak his language, but how? And of all the moments, why now? Eventually, he snapped out of his thoughts when you spoke again:

"Пощадите себя и ресурсы. Иди, любовь моя."
["Spare yourself and the resources. Go, my love."]

He could barely think now. There was so much going through Sokol's head, so much to the point where everything started to blur before him. Not even his own screams to try whilst he thrashed against the grip of his two fellow heisters could he hear, the sight of what seemed to be a lifeless you now starting to fade as he continued getting further away.

Every heist, all the times he had bled out and desperately called for help. Now he wishes that he just would have stayed down.