John expected many things from his newest mission. But seeing the woman he was ordered to kill over a decade prior, now on his own squad, was not one of them.
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This can be read as either an x reader (No use of Y/N) or an OC. Whilst the main charact...
The smell of antiseptic. Loud footsteps echoing throughout the stone corridors. Hushed whispers of her superiors. Silence.
God, the silence was deafening. Haunting.
Her tired eyes swiped over the cold room, scanning the run-down walls and empty beds before they settled on the girl opposite her. Their eyes locked, hers filling with fear she's seen many times before – felt many times before.
The girl's breathing quickened, and her bottom lip began to quiver. No-Face shook her head, hands clutching the thin blanket that covered her shivering form. She pulled it further up her body, the rough stitches rubbing uncomfortably against her cheek.
The voices resumed. A quiet whimper left the other girl's lips, and a stray tear rolled past the bridge of her nose.
"No," No-Face whispered in Spanish, "be quiet."
The other girl whimpered, and her hands flew to cover her mouth. The hushed speaking ceased, and they both tensed when the loud banging of the key being slotted inside the lock echoed throughout the room. The click of the metal door unlocking caused the hairs on the back of their necks to stand up in alert, their eyes clenching shut when it creaked and groaned as it was pushed open.
The light from the corridor flooded the room, and as it washed over her form, No-Face hid her face in the flat pillow to avoid revealing her awakened state. Curling her legs into herself, she let out a gentle, yet shaky exhale.
Thick boots padded across the stone floor, growing closer, closer, closer with every cruel step. A female voice caused them to halt, but No-Face's fearful state did not allow her to hear the words clearly. The soldiers shuffled, and even with her eyes closed she could see them nodding their heads. That's what they ever did; They didn't speak, didn't hum, didn't whistle, they just nodded. As if they were nothing more than mindless robots fuelled by orders they could not disobey.
The footsteps resumed, growing fainter as they moved to the opposite side of the room. Her eye opened just enough for her to see what has happening, but not quite enough to alert the adults of her awareness. She peaked at the two soldiers, watching as their large forms towered over her friend's bed.
They shared a look and then, with no word muttered between them, they grabbed onto her arms and dragged her out of her bed. One of their hands immediately reached for her mouth, silencing her before she even made a sound.
"Three-two-seven," The woman's voice returned, this time a little bit louder, "You have failed your training."
The young girl shook her head, tears now visibly falling down her reddened cheeks. Her legs gave out under her, but the men were quick to catch her, only using her weakened state in their advantage. They grabbed her legs and lifted her in the air to effortlessly take her out of the room.
