Silent Judgement [REWRITE] (Male Reader x Helen Park)

Bell... We Got A Job To Do

"I see you've changed your shirt Mr Y/N. I hope the upcoming game isn't causing you to perspire." Augustine said as Y/N sat at the poker table.

"Well I wouldn't consider myself in too much trouble until my hands start shaking,'' Y/N said as he left and headed over to the bar.

"Mr Y/N, Russell Adler, I'm the local contact here." An American voice said over his shoulder.

"So, Mr Adler, why exactly are you here? Some sort of handler I presume?" Y/N said.

"Wrong, I'm here to provide assistance to both you and the girl. I cleaned up your mess." Adler answered as he lit up a cigarette.

"Let me guess, SOG in 'Nam?" Y/N said as Adler recoiled slightly in shock from what was said.

"How do you know I was in SOG in 'Nam?" Adler said as Y/N laughed.

"You have a tattoo that shows slightly through your shirt, best remedy for that giveaway is to wear a black shirt, you seem unnaturally comfortable undercover, not even the slightest twitch and you approach me after I have evidently established that I'm not with the Russians." Y/N said as he sipped his drink.

"Good perception, so what do you plan on doing if you lose to Augustine." Adler said as Y/N looked him in the eye.

"Not lose." Y/N said as he stared down the two bodyguards protecting Augustine.

"Funny, but if you do?" Adler pried, too much.

"You're prying on plans that do not concern you, leave off." Y/N said as he noticed Park was missing. "Keep and eye on Augustine would you, if it kicks off tell me." Y/N said as he left to check on Park. As he entered her room Park was sat on the floor of the room looking horrified, as he went to comfort her she flinched at his touch.

"I have seen things in combat that have given me not much cause for concern, but what happened tonight...was different, I felt too vulnerable. I feel too vulnerable." Park confessed as she looked at Y/N.

"That part of the job is rarely seen, it's mostly clean kills that we see...we tend not to be the ones crossing lines in the sand." Y/N said as he remembered the events of his past.

"How, how do you do it, the killing? I've killed before but you- you didn't even bat an eyelid, like you weren't afraid to die." Park asked as Y/N shook his head.

"I panic, I just don't show it in a fight, after the fight when I was changing my shirt I downed a glass of whisky to calm my nerves from the adrenaline. Sometimes I worry that I'll enjoy the killing." Y/N said as he stood up. "C'mon I'll buy you a drink at the bar. Besides, we've got a local contact, some American."

"Wait...what's his name?" Park said with rage overwhelming the grief that was in her voice.

"Russel Adler, Why?"

"That bastard, let's just say me and him have worked together in the past, unlike me he has no worry about squad mates dying, even if it's him killing them after he treated them like a protégé, their handle was 'Bell'. Bell was shot by Adler in the chest, he also shot Adler, when we arrived Adler had managed to crawl back to the squad and lead us to where he shot Bell, but there was no body. Adler continued working for a while before paranoia took over about Bell coming back to get him, he became a desk jockey after that, guess he thinks Bell is here." Park said as she grabbed one of Y/N's hands.

"Jesus."

"Y/N, do not trust him, whatever you do." Park said as she left for the casino.

Y/N opened coms with Adler and told him to meet him in the car park outside. Y/N checked his SOCOM and holstered it under his suit.