Fallen Angel (A Call of Duty: Black Ops 2 Fanfiction)

Chapter 19- Opening Up

Felix's POV:

Emma was silent as the limo arrived at base. Her eyes were lowered to the small, empty bottle that had once been filled with vodka. She wasn't drunk, oh no, but she was just slightly tipsy. I hadn't seen a tear fall the entire ride, but I knew better. Something was wrong with the woman.

"I'll be in my quarters," Emma murmured as she headed away from the limo.

Menendez appeared from the command center just a few seconds later. "Felix, where's Emma?"

"She had quite a lot to take in," him and I both knew about David Mason. "Em went to her quarters early."

Menendez looked towards the hallway in which Emma had sulked off to and then looked back to me. "Train her hard tomorrow. She needs to forget whatever she saw tonight."

"Very well."

Though the words rolled fluently off my tongue, I found them hard to say. Menendez was like a father to me and I trusted him with my life. Yet ever since Emma had come around, I found myself struggling to agree to inflict pain on her.

"You rest up too, son," Menendez patted my shoulder. "You have a big day tomorrow as well."

"Goodnight, Menendez."

I moved away before the older man could himself. My feet gradually carried myself to where Emma had gone- our rooms were close anyways. As I passed her door, I could hear the sounds of sobbing.

My entire body stopped a few steps down the hallway from that door. I rocked my head back, looking to see that her light was off, but the dim glow of a lamp was turned on.

Something was definitely wrong.

Emma had a way to stir things deep inside my gut. Her innocent brown gaze would melt my own and whenever she walked her natural scent of coconuts would invade my hungry senses. She sent me over the edge, that girl, and she could never, ever find that out.

Emma was a smart young woman, I'd seen it for myself. She could toy with emotions and blind someone from seeing the truth or lies of another. Her training had only given her more of her deadly power called deceptiveness.

This, however, was not her messing around.

I could've kept walking, ignoring whatever was wrong with the woman I'd secretly grown closer to. I could listen to her sobs; they were loud even though she didn't want them to be. I could act like the asshole and hardass soldier I'd been trained to be.

In that very moment, I didn't have the strength to do or be such.

I spun around, catching myself from falling by gripping the metal door handle, cool to my warm touch. With a rather nervous deep breath, I twisted the handle without knocking and entered.

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Emma's POV:

My sobs racked my entire body, making my chest and throat tighten in pain. I clutched onto the pillows of my bed, hugging them as if they were the last bit of warmth on the planet. My lips were parted to allow any sort of oxygen into my collapsing form.

Then oxygen returned, soaring through my body like an eagle over a valley.

Muscular arms were wrapping around my frame and I was suddenly drawn close to a warm, fit form. I couldn't help but let out a small whimper of content.

"Shh," Felix was the one holding me.

He was showing emotion? Felix? The man who'd done nothing but shown me hardship and resent since the day I'd first seen him?