Your world had slowed; everything felt heavy inside of you, and it was almost like you couldn't feel at all simultaneously. Johnny was your third mate, possibly. A third mate? You racked your brain for anyone who you knew that had three mates but you came up short, most people in your sheltered life kept you in the dark. You weren't allowed to learn about mates, only being told you would never have one. Hell, most people in your life didn't even have mates, save for your long-dead parents.
And they knew they all knew. Yet here you were, once again the last to be in the know, the last to be consulted about something involving you too. It's like you were a child and they were the adults, all making decisions for you without your input. You may be the youngest of them all but you were not incompetent. The frustration of everything began to boil over inside of you, it was too much, all too much. You were so angry at them and hurt that the people who were meant to care about you most kept you just in the dark as your previous captain. And he tortured you, mutilated you permanently, both physically and mentally, and here your mates were. Starting to copy his habits that triggered something inside of you.
You tore your eyes away from where Johnny and Ghost were tumbling on the floor, Price trying to yank them off of one another, and looked up at Konig. "Drop me, now."
The Austrian was going to protest until he saw your face, he stopped in his tracks and focused on your tears. He knew better than to blame the liquid running from your eyes on the lessening rain. You were crying, he had taken part in making you cry. He had never seen you cry, yet here you were. Tears flowed with eyes rimmed red and he was part of the reason. Reality slapped him in the face as he let you down, stepping back from you as if afraid he might physically hurt you too.
Ghost and Johnny were still on the ground, Ghost pinning him and hitting him while Johnny deflected as Price held back Ghost's other arm. You marched over to them, yelling at them to stop, but it fell on deaf ears. You used your adrenaline-fueled strength to yank Ghost up, forcing him to face you.
So lost in his rage, Ghost couldn't even tell it was you who grabbed him. All he could feel was your anguish and fear radiating through himself and it drove him mad thinking that Johnny did this to you. The clouding of his mind was stopped almost instantly when he whipped around with his fist raised at you, prepared to strike, only to drop it swiftly the moment he saw you. You had flinched under his reared fist, eyes shut and face turned away with no hands up to defend yourself from him. It was a reaction he knew all too well, something snapping inside his own heart to see you do so. You were prepared to be hit like it was a natural thing.
Someone had hurt you, he realized, and you didn't fight back. Maybe all your scars weren't from enemies but from people you had trusted. Ghost backed away from you abruptly, not wanting to believe that. He was desperately hoping that his mind was connecting dots that weren't there. Yet, your tears only pushed his broken heart further up in his throat, seeing you and feeling you like this made him want to vomit.
Your eyes finally snapped open and you shoved Ghost away from Johnny, then used a hand to get the now bloodied man off of the floor. He accepted your offer and stood next to you as you dropped his hand instantly, not wanting to hold it any longer. Johnny started to speak to you, coming closer before you stopped him with a hand in the air.
The fire and sadness in your eyes was enough to cease all movement from the men, "You all knew. You all fucking knew he could be my mate and you just kept this to yourselves? Why?"
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Ghost and König Meet Their Match
FanfictionWhen an old recruit is sent back to task force 141 due to a looming threat, despite a promise that she'd never return due to one specific man. What are the odds that the two giants of the task force are destined to be hers, whether she likes it or n...