Angel (Daryl Dixion x Reader)

~58~ (Lemon)

It was late at night, very late at night, and you found yourself aimlessly walking through a military base camp. The black inky sky was brightly illuminated with beautiful stars glittering above you. The sky was moonless, so the only thing that gave light to the dusty sand beneath your boots were the gleaming stars. The dirt beneath your boots was still warm enough that if had made your feet sweaty within your socks. The previously sun baked sand still seeping warmth through your feet. You must of been out there for a while. Able to feel the dust between your toes from the fine sandy ground, because it had snaked its way into your boots and inevitably through your socks. It was unusually dark with no moon in the sky. None of the lights were on to illuminate the buildings or the path around base which was odd. Even at this hour during lights out. Worst of all, you realized it was unusually, very eerily, quiet. Nobody was out walking around, and you definitely should have seen at least one fire watchmen lurking around by now. Even if it was obviously way past lights out. Jess should be here. That way you could share a cigarette with her before tomorrow. Remembering well how she'd always cling to you during nights like this. She was always prone to pre mission jitters, and for whatever reason, she always sought you out. Had become rather dependent on your comfort. You knew she should be bunked down for the night, but you also knew better. She definitely wasn't, and was likely lurking around. She was probably hunting for you. Suddenly, your feet halt in their rhythmic steps towards where she was likely lurking. Your body locking up in horrific realization of exactly where and when you were. Your mind beings spinning out of control as your brain attempts to catch up to the present. All of it slashing through you far too quickly.

No- no, no, no! Not again! Not here! You had just been on home soil! How the fuck were you back here in Afghan!? Where was your husband? Where was Daryl!? You open your mouth to speak, to yell his name when a fire lights up half the building to your right. You flinch, arms shielding your face as you duck down a bit for cover from the flames mere feet from you. Then you realize you're unable to move your feet. As if the sand had turned to sticky tar. Sealing your boots to the ground. Then your eyes snap to the blazing flames as the scent of smoke slaps your senses. Burning your lungs and stings your rapidly blinking eyes. Realizing then, that no explosion had sounded, even though you knew it should have rang through your whole body. Knew it should have rattled your bones from the reverberation of it.. just like last time. Your head snaps to the side when your grabbed from behind and slammed into the ground. It's then you hear yet another missile flying towards the base. You roll over to see who'd grabbed you, but the large males face was nothing but a hazy black blur. He yells something at you, but you can't make it out over the ground rattling beneath your body. The second explosion rattling through you now that you'd definitely heard this time. He hauls you both to your feet, yelling a muffled order at you before he takes off in a sprint. Even though you had no idea what he'd screamed at you, your feet instinctively run after him.

Headed straight towards the air coms building, to call for air support. That way they could figure out where you were being targeted from at the very least. It felt like you were running through waist deep sludge, making the man's feet frustratingly faster than your own. As he comes between two buildings, your eyes catch sight of a grande being thrown out from the alley way on his left. He stops and turns towards the thud against the sandy ground. His face suddenly morfs into the face you remembered all too well. Buzz cut black hair, strong furrowed brows with a slit in the right one, and whiskey brown eyes. He was all of twenty five, possibly slightly younger. He was just a kid still, younger than you with his whole fucking life ahead of him. You'd realized in that very moment that you'd never formally met this man before. Had seen him on the mess hall a few times, but had never actually met him. His seemingly confused and rather gentle eyes widening in horror as he realizes what was now lying in the sand. The death sentence that was a measly two feet from his dust covered, still new looking boots. You went to scream grande, to run to tackle him away from it in an attempt to save this stranger. But before you could even get close to him, it went off in a horrible orange and smoky mixed flash. Blew his body all to hell as it threw him into a bloody heap against the wall behind him. Dead. He was dead before he even crumpled to the ground.