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...
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CHAPTER FOURTEEN GOING DARK
Warnings: swearing, violence, blood, descriptions of death
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"They were safe."
The captain's voice echoed in her head like a broken record as they climbed up a steep hill, sticks crunching underneath their heavy boots. The rough bark scratched at the skin of their palms as they used the trees as leverage, pushing themselves forward.
"Was it ethical? No." Price had told her mere hours ago, "Will they be traumatised? Sure. But were they hurt? No. We don't kill civilians, No-Face. We don't kill kids, not like-"
He hesitated then. A heavy sigh left him, his eyes briefly closing as he contemplated his next words.
"You don't have to do that anymore..." He eventually said, his eyes sympathetic as he looked into hers, "I'm not forcing you to kill innocent people again."
He squeezed her shoulder like he had done many times before. His lips quirked into a faint and reassuring smile before he added with almost a whisper, "I promise... but if you don't want to continue, you need to say so now. I'll have you sent back no questions asked."
She thought about it; going back.
Her future was uncertain, but at least here... she had one. Had he sent her back, she was certain she would have been thrown back into that house, put once again on house arrest and left to rot until she died... alone.
She remembered shaking her head.
"You sure?" he had asked her, his tone genuine. Not mocking, not questioning, but rather sincere and caring. When she confirmed her decision, he patted her shoulder, "Y'alright, then, yeah?"
She had given him a thumbs up in return.
And without missing a beat, he wrapped his fingers around her thumb.
Now... now he was mocking her. Which was only confirmed by his sudden laugh.
"It was an accident," she grumbled, face growing hot in embarrassment as she remembered doing the exact same thing merely a few days prior.
He had only laughed at her frustrated expression, and made his way back to the car, where Gaz was already waiting for them. The ride to their current whereabouts – Barkov's hideout - wasn't long, but she had managed to get a good hour or two of sleep, which came as a surprise even to her.
Perhaps it was the peaceful car ride, with the radio faintly playing in the background, Price and Garrick conversing every so often, their voices hushed and low, as though mindful of her tired state. Or maybe it was the stars that put her to sleep; sitting in the passenger seat, she had a perfect view of the sky, the specks of light slowly passing her by. She didn't even remember at what point she had fallen asleep, but she was glad she did.
