Psychopaths can't love, that's for sure. But what could be so wrong about liking one anyway?
This is the rather long (Like, I'm warning you, it's over 400 pages in type 11 writing...So be prepared)fanfiction with a lot of edge, angst and smut. Lot'...
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It's to the sound of buzzing engines and the chattering of several unknown voices. Your sleepdrunk gaze scans around your position and close proximity, as far as you could tell you were already in the ship that would take you to the mission. Peering around you quickly found yourself still closely wrapped around Rat, must have carried you here asleep, bless this dirt boy, what would you ever be without him. "Ah, look who's awake." He snickers with a high spirited voice upon noticing you waking up, giving you a short peck on the cheek "Hehe, guess so, how long have I been asleep?" You murmur, rubbing the sand out of your sore eyes, the dusty air in here was kind of depressing, the fellow agents including yourself, all closely seated together on long benches.
"Maybe for eight hours, had ta carry ya around the whole time." Jamie brags, failing to sound humble, making you chuckle affectionately "Thanks, appreciate the effort, I owe you one." You buzz thankfully, nuzzling against the crook of his neck "We should be there soon, can't wait ta help the scraps into the light." Jamie giggles with excited voice, his fingers shortly twitching energetically, you envied the enthusiasm. As you shard none of his spirit in that regard, the battlefield terrified you. You knew you had little to no fighting chance on an actual battlefield, even in training you had gotten lucky, but you felt it in your guts; it would be different this time.
"Wish I could say the same, because honestly, my damn hands are shaking." You utter nervously, several worst case scenario flashing past your inner eye. The mere thought of someone close to you potentially dying alone on that field, it made your gut wrench. "Ah, don't be so pessimistic hun, promised to take care of ya out there. Ain't that right Rodie?" Jamie announces, only now making you notice the huge man seated next to the two of you silently. Your surprised he didn't make a fuss about Jamie carrying you around, maybe he just gave up on arguing with you at this point, seeing you were dying and all... Also, Mako knew damn well you were hard to convince of anything. "Yes, yes he did, and I will make sure he keeps that promise." Hog grumbles under his mask, sending a toothy grin over Rats face "Don't be like that mate, ya know i'm great at looking after people." He announces with a far to certain voice, almost making you chuckle at the falseness of the statement.
"You're not, that's what worries me." Mako rebutels with a annoyed grunt "But I will be sure to stay around you, so you both get out of there alive. Just stay close by and don't do anything stupid." It's not all to long when the nimble shaking of the ship silences, landing with a soft jolt before the doors open with a mute motion. The first thing you realize about your new destination is the icy wind blowing past your skin, making you shiver at the touch. "Hooly dooly, would ya look at that." Rat mutters, clearly not to appreciative of the climate "Is that snow or cocain I see?" You grunt irritated, so this was Europe during winter? Your fellow teammates are already leaving the ship through the landing doors, all in full coats and gear. One of them stops decide you abruptly, noticing the unfitting choice of clothing the three of you have "Oh my, someone didnt read the mission file..." The small lady mutters, pushing her smart glasses onto her nose.
