Corruption [Soldier76 x Reader]

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[Commander Morrison's Point Of View]
I watched her walk out of my office, cowardly following Angela's footsteps. Her silhouette was thin and frail as she walked away, my heart aching as my eyes shut. I reached across my desk, assessing Athena, the buildings programming.
"Athena, lock my doors." I strained through grit teeth as I sat in my chair.
I began to grow frustrated with myself and Gabriel. How had we not seen the signs before this? I buried my face in my hands as I let out a small whimper, tears falling from my eyes. My thoughts were going wild, they wouldn't leave me alone. How could someone man handle her as they did? She was beautiful, stunning. She took my breath the first time I saw her.
If they had physically abused her, had they mentally abused her as well? I pondered as I ran my fingers through my hair, pushing it out of my face.
Maybe that's why she's so frail. They're forcing her to not eat. She must be mentally drained, cold inside. I had wondered if she was completely defenseless against whoever did this to her. Had she fought back? It didn't look like it. Nobody at the conference this morning had any noticeable bruises but her. As soon as Gabriel saw her hands, he let me know what was wrong. I could hardly focus on walk to talk about the rest of the meeting. My eyes kept wandering over to hers, her soft eyes. She looked broken, hurt, and tired.
I don't know who did this to her, or why she hadn't told us before. Did she not trust Gabe nor I? Had we done something wrong?
I sniffed as I tussled my fingers through my hair once again. It's a bad habit, I'll admit. I stood up, wiping my tears with my sleeve. I still couldn't understand. If I feel like this, what does she feel like? Abused, scared, hurt? Scared to tell anyone? Scared to scream out for help? I can't stand thinking about it. Her, being beaten.
I stomped my way out of my office, not sure where I was heading. I let my feet carry me anywhere, somewhere but my office. I have to ask her who. I already have. Would she tell me? I could make it an order, but that'd be abusing my power. I can't make her say things she doesn't want to. But I care about her. I-no, I can't think like that. She's happy with someone, right? I should be happy for her.
I was interrupted as I walked into Dr.Ziegler's office. Why had my feet carried me here? I glanced up, catching a glimpse of [Y/N]. She bore a white hoodie, only accompanied by her panties now. Shocked, I stood still. They didn't seem to notice me as Angela continued her examination.
"[Y/N]...these bruises are deep. Some of them are cuts. What are they from?" She sounded concerned.
I stood still, not wanting either of them to notice me. Does she trust Angela more than she trusts me? Would she tell her?
"Training." [Y/N] blankly answered, staring at her thighs.
Angela and I both knew that was bullshit.
Dr.Ziegler shook her head, rubbing her fingers across the bruises. [Y/N] flinched, biting her lip. Angela mumbled things along the lines of,'mein Gott...' and, 'armes Ding...'
Her pants lay on the ground, discarded beneath Angela's feet. Her thighs were stained with purple and black bruises, covering almost every inch of her. She had multiple scars on her thighs. Her sleeves were rolled up, exposing the bruises that lay there, as well. I watched in awe, my eyes watering. Why was I getting so emotional? She's a soldier, nothing more, right? I just need to solve the problem.
I paced forward, [Y/N] jumping slightly as she noticed me.
"C-Commander..." she trailed off, her cheeks growing red.
She seemed embarrassed at the situation. I took no notice at first to the fact that she was only in her sweatshirt and panties. Angela turned to greet me, her face blank.
"Hallo, Kommandant," she stated in her native language,"We need to talk, is that okay?"
I nodded my head as Angela began to drag me to her main office. She gripped my arm tightly.
"You know those bruises aren't from training." She stared at me, spitting out those words.
I nodded,"Angela, I know. We both know what they're from."
"If we know, then why hasn't it been prevented from happening again?" She spit.
I came back harsh,"We don't know who the hell's doing it, Angela! You think I'd let her suffer? You think I'd stand here and do nothing if I knew who it was?"
Angela flinched, pulling back. She fell silent, walking back to [Y/N].
"There's nothing I can do to make them heal faster. Would you like some pain killers to ease yourself?" She inquired calmly, her voice full of sorrow.
I watched from around the corner, observing [Y/N]. She sat upright, gripping onto the medical bed. Her legs were still exposed, it seemed as if she didn't want to put her pants back on. Did they hurt her?
I stared at her once more. She was beautiful. Even when she wasn't trying to be. Sitting there, on the medical bed, her eyes almost tearing up. She looked gorgeous.
I snapped myself out of thought, shaking my head. I refuse to let myself grow attached to a recruit. Wouldn't it just make things more difficult?
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a/n: heya! If I'm not mistaking, Mercy does speak German. If I'm wrong, please correct me.