Oorah - Salim x M!Reader [House of Ashes]

Chapter Fourteen

He didn't know why he was helping him. He didn't feel bad that he got hurt. It was his own damn fault. Salim told him not to go in there!

Dar grunted out in pain as Salim kept cleaning his wounds. "How did this happen, Dar?" He asks, curious. Dar's face was all cut up. He had some glass in the wounds as well that Salim carefully took out.

"An American had good aim," Dar says reluctantly. He didn't like complimenting the enemy.

"A gun did all this?" Salim scoffs.

"He had a knife," Dar continues after a moment. "He hit some glass and it exploded onto my face."

Damn. Whoever had thrown it did have good aim. Salim thinks back to (Y/N). Seeing his expression... It made Salim feel bad inside. (Y/N)'s face was full of betrayal.

There was a loud boom. Debris and a couple small rocks fell from the ceiling of the room they were in. "Americans! So predictable," Dar laughed mockingly. "When in doubt, plant a bomb!" Salim began cleaning a new wound, causing Dar to yelp in pain.

Salim sighed. "I beg of you, shut up and stop squirming!" Salim went back to work, cleaning up the rest of Dar's face. It wasn't pretty, but it wasn't bleeding anymore. "All done. It makes you look like a real war hero," Salim laughed, standing up.

"Yes! A war hero. My scars will tell a story," Dar grinned, starting to stand.

Salim nodded. "We're going to need all the heroes we can get if we're to live through this," Salim told him solemnly. There was the sound of footsteps. Getting closer and closer. Salim and Dar faced the noise, each drawing their gun. "The Americans! They're here." Dar moved to the center while Salim hid a bit, waiting to surprise whoever it was.

Nick walked into the room alone. The others were each looking through different rooms. As soon as Dar saw him, he pointed his gun at the man. "Drop your weapon!" He demanded. Salim popped out of hiding, pointing his gun at Nick. Dar looked at Salim. "In English!"

Nick looked back, seeing Salim. Damn it. He thought he could at least trust him not to shoot him. Nick kept his body turned towards Dar, pointing his gun. "Hello again," Salim said to Nick. "My friend is not happy."

"Yeah, I can see that," Nick rolled his eyes.

"What happened up there?" Salim questioned. "Is (Y/N) alright?" Nick doesn't answer. He's wondering why the hell Salim would even care about (Y/N). Salim feels himself getting worried. "Where is he?"

"I'm right here," (Y/N) answers, pointing his pistol at Salim. 

"Don't move!" Dar screams at (Y/N), moving his gun to aim at him.

Salim smiles. "(Y/N)... It's good to see you." After hearing the bomb, Salim feared the worst. He was happy to see him.

"Is it?" (Y/N) questions, cocking his head slightly, keeping his gun trained at Salim. He thought he could trust Salim. But he couldn't. (Y/N) was still bitter. He thought that he had a connection with Salim. But he figured he was wrong.

Salim knows (Y/N) is angry. He doesn't know what to say to make it right. But he knows he can help break the tension. Salim lowers his gun, trying to show that he is no threat.

"What are you doing, Salim?" Dar scolds.

"He's doing the right thing," (Y/N) responds. He figured this was the Captain that Salim had mentioned earlier. He still had his gun aimed at Salim, but... it doesn't feel right. He lowers his gun. Salim is confusing him. One minute they're working together, then Salim betrays him, and now he's on his side again.

The rest of the group runs into the room, guns drawn. Dar has multiple guns pointing at him. But he doesn't care. He keeps his gun trained on (Y/N). Salim frowns. Why couldn't Dar be pointing at anyone else?

"Make a move. I fucking dare you," Jason says through grit teeth. He stands behind Dar, gun aimed right at him. Eric and Rachel have their guns aimed at him as well. Nick turns around and points his gun at Salim. (Y/N) just shakes his head.

"I feel like our uniforms are getting in the way of what could be a beautiful relationship," Salim says nervously, eyes glancing at (Y/N). He wasn't aiming a weapon, even after all his friends chose to. Salim thought about pointing his gun at Nick, but he knew that would only lead to more distrust. He had to believe that the others wouldn't hurt him. He had to believe that (Y/N) wouldn't allow the others to hurt him.

"Don't be a fool," Dar yells. Both at Salim and the Americans.

"Shut up!" Jason says right back. "I say we drill these sorry looking motherfuckers."

"Don't do it, Jason... Don't shoot," (Y/N) replies, breaking his silence. Salim looks at him with wide eyes. He didn't expect him to take his side. He figured (Y/N) would be too angry or distrustful. Salim was worried what relationship he had with (Y/N) was broken. It seemed like perhaps they could work together again. 

"They're the enemy, (Y/N)," Jason tells him. (Y/N) was his friend. But Jason knew (Y/N) had a bleeding heart. (Y/N) wasn't looking at this right, perhaps.

"Not down here. Not while the things that killed our friends are still out there," (Y/N) said. He didn't expect anyone to take his side.

But Eric agreed with him. "We need their help." (Y/N) was surprised. Eric had been disagreeing with him up until this point.

"We have to help each other," Salim added. "It's the only way." Salim and (Y/N) both look at each other. (Y/N) still doesn't trust him completely, but he knew he had no choice. Salim was right. Helping each other was the only way either side would see the light of day again. The creatures screech. They were getting closer. The bomb was able to stall them, but not for long. Salim knows they have to keep moving. His eyes spot a door. "It's them," He warns. "We must get this door open." He runs to the door, trying to get it open.

"Shit..." (Y/N) mumbles. He rushes to help Salim. Jason tries to grab him, tries to stop him, but (Y/N) just pushes past him. He starts trying to get the door open, pushing as hard as he can. Why were all these damn doors so hard to open? He looks over at Salim who catches his gaze, giving (Y/N) a grateful smile.

Nick moves to help. "Don't even think about it," Jason tells him.

Nick frowns at him. "Fuck, Jason! The enemy of our enemy is our friend," Nick responds, going to the door. Jason still doesn't move. "Move! Come on, man."

"Damn it. Let's cover the corridor!" Eric tells Rachel.

"Shit..." She mumbles, keeping her gun trained. Why didn't those things just die?

Jason pauses for a second, trying to think. He knows he doesn't have much choice. He shakes his head before heading to the door, trying to open it with his friends and the Iraqi.

Dar is confused. He can hear the creatures screaming. He aims his gun where Eric and Rachel are pointing, afraid. The group is able to get the door open. Everyone walks through. Nick and Eric close the door behind them. But they know it won't stop the creatures from getting in.