Corruption [Soldier76 x Reader]

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[Reader's Point Of View]
My stomach quietly rumbled as I paced myself into the kitchen. Overwatch was having a mandatory breakfast conference. Why it was over breakfast was beyond me.
Commander's eyes lit up as he saw me, a pink shade rushing to his nose as he smiled briefly.
"Glad you could make it, [Y/N]. Have a seat anywhere you'd like,"
I nodded at him, trying my best to return a convincing smile. My eyes scanned the room as I tried to find a place to sit. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jamison wave to me, trying to catch my attention. I turned toward him, shrugging my shoulders.
Jamison had been my friend since my first day as a recruit at HQ. He'd shown me my room, had lunch with me, and introduced me to his friend, Mako. Jamison was a tall, thin boy who always appeared to have some sort of rubble resting on him. He was missing one of his legs, he had told me it had something to do the omnics. His hair reminded me of a flame, the way it always seemed to sway and gently rest simultaneously. His friend, Mako, was a large man with white, scruffy hair that was usually tied back into some sort of pony tail. Mako usually seemed annoyed with Jamison, but I thought it was quite funny.
I carried myself over to them, sitting down in between the two junkers. I could immediately smell the stench of gunpowder, most likely arising from Jamison's clothing. I wrinkled my nose, coughing a bit, my lungs stinging.
"G'mornin' mate," Jamison smiled at me, his arm gently wrapping around me, embracing me in a friendly hug.
I winced, my fears rising. I was worried he would rub off my foundation, or question me.
"S'matta?" He inquired, pulling back with a look of concern on his face.
Mako even seemed to notice, his eyes were now focused on me. I shrugged, trying my best to come up with a quick lie.
"Just sore from training." I lied through a smile.
"[Y/N], the last time we had trainin' was a week ago, mate. Ya can't possibly still be sore?" The slim boy suggested.
I shrugged once again, my words being interrupted by Commander Morrison clearing his throat.
"Goodmorning, Overwatch." He started his speeches with his signature greeting.
I chuckled to myself as mumbles of 'morning' and plainly 'mph' rippled through his audience.
"We'll first asses a concern of Gabriel's," he explained, running his fingers through his curled locks.
Gabriel Reyes, commander of Blackwatch, stepped forward. Gabe's skin was a darker tint, his curly, black hair resting on his head. He was stout, nobody in the organization wanted to get on his bad side.
"Yeah," he simply started,"Yesterday, more so last night, I got multiple reports of disturbing noises coming from someone's dorm." His eyes scanned the room as members of the organization broke into laughter.
I elbowed Jamison as he broke into a fit of laughter, not wanting Gabriel to focus on me. He stopped laughing, rubbing his shoulder,"Ow..."
"Not those kinds of noises." He carried on, realizing what he'd said,"Like someone was being physically abused. I myself heard some faint screams as I walked down the halls. This isn't something that's tolerated here. Someone fess up, or we're implementing cameras in unknown locations across the base." He finished firmly, his words harsh.
The room fell silent, nobody was laughing now. Every soul was quiet. I grew stiff, feeling faint as I realized what he had heard. I had screamed a bit too loud last night. I tried to focus on other thoughts, ignoring the situation that was occurring currently.
"[Y/N]? You look a bit pale. Got anything to say?" Gabriel pointed toward me, his finger steady.
My eyes lingered across the room, everyone was staring at me,"n-no. I just don't feel good. That's all."
It seemed an acceptable answer, as everyone turned their attention back to Gabriel. His gaze still lay on me, though. His eyes shifted from mine to Commander Morrison's, like he was trying to tell him something. Commander nodded, stepping forward.
"Now, onto what we've planned for Overwatch," he started, his eyes never leaving mine.
I don't know why he was staring at me. Was there something on my face? Or did I give it away?
I was shoved out of my thoughts as Jamison elbowed me. I looked around, everyone was gone.
"Meeting was dismissed five minutes ago mate. What'd'ya thinkin' about?" His eyes lit up as he observed me.
I shook my head, how could time have passed that quickly?
"N-nothing. Sorry, just spaced out." I quickly lied, standing up.
As Jamison was about to inquire again, Commander walked up to us, his warm hand resting on my shoulder. I flinched, my skin soft and sensitive there.
His eyes met mine, a hint of sorrow staining them. He removed his hand from my shoulder, talking to me directly.
His eyes looked soft,"[Y/N], could you follow me for a moment?"
I nodded in question, had I done something wrong?
I waved goodbye to Jamison and Mako, following Commander Morrison down the hall. He led me into his office, a room that I'd only been in about twice. I glanced around, growing nervous. Multiple books lined the walls, most being works by famous poets. His office was dimly lit, the only light coming from the computer monitor and his blue lamp. Why it was blue I had questioned. But blue seemed to fit him.
"Take a seat," He suggested, pointing toward the only seat on the outside of his desk.
I nodded and sat down, crossing my legs. I sat on my hands, not knowing whether or not they were bruised. I hadn't really had time to check this morning.
"Gabriel and I are worried about you." He simply stated, his ocean eyes gazing into mine.
It took me a couple of moments before I realized what he had said,"Why, Sir?"
He let out a deep sigh, running his fingers through his blonde, curly locks. It looked at if he was having trouble finding the right words.
"The noises we discussed during the meeting," he started,"We know they came from your room."
My eyes went wide and I began to tremble a bit. He had found out.
"N-no Sir, I promise-"
"[Y/N], you don't have to lie. Whoever's hurting you, we'll take care of them," he gently stated, his hands resting on his desk.
I glanced down, they seemed soft. He seemed like the kind of person to have a delicate touch.
He sighed, scratching his ring finger,"Let me see your hands."
I shook my head,"There's no need for that, Sir. I promise,"
His gaze grew stern,"That's an order. Let me see your hands."
I lifted my hands up, setting them on the desk. His hand reached over, adjusting his lamp. I glanced down, my eyes focusing on the purple spots of skin my hands possessed. They had gotten bruised. My eyes began to water before I had realized, a tear falling down my cheek.
Commander observed my hands, letting out a sigh as he lifted them up, resting his own hands underneath mine. He gently rubbed his thumb along the side of my palm, tears escaping my eyes.
His right hand slipped out from underneath mine, reaching over to use his intercom.
"Doctor Ziegler to Commander Morrison's office, please." He let out a sigh, releasing the button.
Both of his hands surrounded one of mine now, gently caressing the outer edges of the bruises I possessed.
"Doctor Ziegler is gonna take care of you," He suggested, breathing a deep sigh.
He lifted my hand gently, and I flinched as he brought his lips to my bruised knuckles.
I was in shock, what was I to do?
He gently trickled kisses across my knuckles, not breaking eye contact while doing so. His lips were soft, gentle on my knuckles. Much more soft than anything I'd ever experienced. The gentle feeling spread through my arms, up to my neck.
I don't know if my cheeks flushed red, or if my expression read confused, but he gave a light chuckle as he set down my hand.
The door behind me slid open, Angela walking in.
"You called for me, Commander?" She inquired, her accent thick.
Commander nodded, gently pointing at me,"[Y/N] needs a check up. We haven't done one recently."
Commander Morrison had lied, trying to protect me.