Corruption [Soldier76 x Reader]

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[Reader's Point Of View]
I slipped my pants back on, the material stretching around my sore thighs. I glanced to my side, Dr.Ziegler was scurrying to get all of her papers together. She made me take multiple health examinations, including a pregnancy test. She stated that she wanted to make sure I wasn't being sexually abused, which I told her I wasn't. That wasn't a lie.
Commander Morrison approached me, his face flushed red. Was it because he had seen me in my panties? Or maybe he was ashamed that I was one of his recruits. I'm weak, I'm not as strong as he'd trained me to be.
"Can I head back to my room?" I inquired, observing the way he looked at me.
He shook his head, crossing his arms,"No way. I'm not letting you out of my sight until we find out who's doing this to you."
I frowned and crossed my arms,"I've got nowhere else to go, Sir,"
He lifted an eyebrow, his fingers rubbing through his tangled hair. He mumbles something, and his face flushes red.
"I-I didn't hear you, Sir," I informed him, anxiously breathing.
He cleared his throat,"I said you can always stay in my room. I-if you want to, but staying here with Doctor Ziegler is an option as well,"
His face flushed red as he smiled at me.
Lately, I don't know what's been going on. I felt safe around Commander Morrison. His warm smiles always seemed welcoming, and he never had an irritated tone in his voice when he talked to me. It also doesn't help that I can't stop thinking about earlier, when he covered my knuckles in kisses. It was warm, his lips were soft. The feeling of butterflies in my stomach came back as I recalled the events that occurred earlier.
"I-I'll stay in your room. I-if that's okay Sir," my eyes widened at what I had involuntarily said.
Did my brain really want to be with him that much? His face grew more pink as he smiled brightly.
"You can stop addressing me as 'sir', you know," He chuckled.
My cheeks flushed red as I apologized,"Sorry Sir-err-Commander?"
I questioned, not knowing what he wanted to be addressed as. He must've thought it was funny, as he let out a small laugh. His face lit up as he looked at me, he seemed happy.
"Commander's better than Sir..." he mumbled, turning around,"To my room it is, then?"
I let out a small 'mhm' and began to follow him. I admired the way his black shirt fit him so well, I could see all his muscles. His blonde hair was lightly tossed to the side, a bit tangled. I thought it was cute how he'd always run his fingers through it, like he wanted to make sure it was okay.
My thoughts were interrupted as a stiff hand harshly grabbed my shoulder. I winced, making a whining sound as I turned. It was him.
"[Y/N]! I've been looking for you all day, love," He smiled, squeezing me into a hug.
My eyes began to fog as they got teary, my whole body hurt where he was squeezing me. He knew it too.
I knew his smile was bullshit, he was probably pissed at me. Commander turned around, his eyebrows lifting as he saw I was being squeezed. He opened his mouth to say something, but I shook my head and whimpered. He must have got the message, as he stepped back, watching. He looked mad.
"Let's go back to your room, love. I need to tell you something. Important." He said through grit teeth, staring at me.
"A-actually," I swallowed, pushing him off of me,"C-Commander Morrison was just about to show me something. I-I'll be in my room later, is that okay?"
I stared into his eyes; a glaze of hatred covered them. He was mad about something, what though, I couldn't tell.
"But honey, it's urgent. Very. Very. Urgent." He grit his teeth at me.
I winced,"I-I'll be in my room in ten, o-okay?"
He nodded at me, his wicked smile widening,"Great, love. See you there."
He stomped off, his footsteps loud and menacing.
I glanced up, my eyes still full of tears. Commander's eyes seemed to burn into mine, but not with hatred. Was it concern?
Involuntarily, I walked towards him, my feet carrying me at a quick pace. He turned around and began to walk again. But this time, his hands were clenched into fists, and he held them down by his sides. We entered his room, the sun lighting it up. His whole ceiling was glass, the sun casting a pink hue upon his possessions. Thoughts of what occurred earlier left my mind, my eyes amazed at what I saw.
"It's him." I heard as his door was slammed shut.