Predators and Prey (Kapkan X Smoke)

Chapter 1

(A/N: So, yeah... Only my second story, so please don't hate too much. Just constructive criticism please.

Also, WARNINGS. This story is going down a very dark path in my head, just so you guys know... So tags might be going up along the way, so please keep up with that. Last thing I want is someone triggered because they didn't read the tags. Violence, Gore, Torture, etc

Anyways... Enjoy, if you can.

ALSO: I switched Mute and Smoke's ages. Smoke is now 26, and Mute is 36)

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The attack had taken them completely by surprise. The collective team had been hiding out in an unused warehouse as they quietly tracked the actions of a local terrorist group, their deep cover preventing them from having much contact with the states, effectively upending any call for assistance. The only thing that could really save any of them was that Ash was in the middle of one such rare comm.

How the terrorists found out about them, Smoke didn't know. All he remember of the first bit was an explosion rocking the ground beneath his feet, sending everyone scrambling.

Jack had been the first to get his gear, scanning the nearby walls in search of heartbeats, Monika's hand on his shoulder as she watched his back for anyone coming up behind. The others had been quick to get geared up, finding defensive positions that would effectively aid in repelling the attacks.

That had been a while ago, hours it felt like, but it couldn't have been more than a few minutes after the gunfire and explosions picked up that Smoke realized Kapkan wasn't by his side anymore. The Russian usually wandered during operations to place his trademark traps in preparation for enemies lacking in caution, but that didn't stop the young man from feeling sick about it.

So he'd gone out in search of the older, cautiously checking around every corner and doorframe as he'd been trained. Turning one corner had Smoke stopping dead in his tracks, fingers going numb as he caught sight of a familiar camo form pinned to the ground beneath a white-masked figure.

"Maxim." Smoke cried, the assailant looking up from where his blade was at Kapkan's throat, the russian's gaze fierce and carrying an air of urgent warning to stop the younger man from doing anything foolish.

"Don't move," the terrorist ordered in a rasping sort of way, hand getting a better grip on the dark hair of the man beneath him, drawing a growl from the Russian who gave an rumbled insult. His gaze never left Smoke though, his heart sinking. Why'd it have to be the brit that would stumble upon them? The one person in the world Kapkan would gladly sacrifice himself for?

Smoke froze as ordered, holding his hands up slightly, shotgun pointed carefully upwards as his hidden gaze flickered back and forth between his ally and the enemy that now held all the cards. The gunfire in the background had died down, but Smoke was too focused on those before him to really care. He'd exhausted his signature bomb supply, but even if he'd had any left, Kapkan had no protection against the toxic fumes it created.

"Put the gun down."

Lowering himself slowly to the floor with the intention of dropping his weapon had Kapkan twisting in his assailant's grip and spitting something in his native tongue, causing Smoke to hesitate.