Corruption [Soldier76 x Reader]

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[Commander Morrison's Point Of View]
I clenched my fists, my fingernails on the verge of stabbing into my skin. She didn't say anything, instead she stood at the foot of my bed, anxiously.
"I'm not mad- I mean, how could I be? Just- it was him? And you didn't say anything?" My voice was dry, I was pissed.
She stood still, her eyes watering once again. I hadn't meant to make her cry, in fact, that was the opposite of what I wanted to do.
"I'm sorry-" I started, but I was interrupted.
She ran forward, her arms wrapping gently around me as she buried her face in my chest. She was silently sobbing, her body shaking as she took a breath. I was astonished due to the fact that she had never done this to me. Nonetheless, I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer to my chest.
A frail whisper entered my ears as she gripped me tighter,"Please don't let him hurt me."
My throat retained a lump at this point, she was asking me a favor. She had waited until we were alone to open up. Does she trust me?
"Never again." I replied hoarsely.
She was the first to break the hug, pulling backward and apologizing.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be breaking down in front of you. Especially considering you're my c-commander-" she stumbled over words, her eyes pouring an ocean.
My chest seemed to ache as I heard her stutter. Was it out of fear?
"Don't be sorry. Sadness is an emotion we all experience," I tried my best to calm her, looking into her soft eyes.
Once again she enclosed me in a hug, this one more tight than the other. No questions asked, I wrapped my arms around her once more, but this time, I gently rocked her back and forth.
"C-Commander, it's-" she started, and I winced.
I don't know why it hurt so bad, being called Commander by a soldier. Isn't that what my recruits are supposed to call me? But she was different. I have to admit that to myself.
"Just call me Jack," I murmured as I rested my chin on the top of her head.
"Jack," She corrected herself,"It's more than- than just sadness. It's fear,"
Those words broke my heart.
Nobody should feel fear while they're staying at Overwatch Headquarters. We're a safe organization with a guarded facility. All of it was in vain though, due to the people inside of the organization.
"Do you-" I paused, not sure what to say,"Want to go in depth about it?"
She simply shook her head, a silent answer. I unwrapped my arms, stepping back.
"I'm going to shower before I go to sleep. Is that okay with you?" I inquired.
I didn't want to leave her alone after she had admitted this to me. But I needed time to think as well. She nodded her head, wiping her flushed cheeks. Involuntarily, my hand extended outward, stroking her cheek gently. I told myself it was because I wanted to help her eradicate her tears. But I know it was a lie.
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I stepped into the shower, the hot water running down my body. I drenched my hair, then cleared my face. Was I ready to admit to myself that I had feelings for a recruit? Especially at a time like this? She was vulnerable, weak. If I were to tell her, she'd think I'm trying to take advantage of her. I'd never do such a thing.
Why do I like her? At first, her beauty was breath taking. The moment I laid my eyes on that recruit, my heart rate increased. Hearing her laugh was rare, but it'd always make me smile. Her smiles were the ways that my days were made.
Had I moved too fast? Had I messed up earlier today, in my office? I shouldn't have kissed her knuckles. I couldn't help myself, though. They were bruised and scarred. I wanted nothing more at that moment than to make her feel anything but pain and fear. So I became submissive and made her feel something else. A good feeling, I hope.
Never before had I caved for a woman. I had never broken my character as a strong commander and sprinkled gentle kisses across a woman's knuckles. Never had I had inner altercations with myself about my feelings toward a woman.
I got out and dried myself off, slipping on some Overwatch pajama pants and a black, form-fitting t-shirt. I opened my bathroom door, steam rolling to the ceiling. My eyes glanced around the room, had I left her alone for too long?
My question was answered with a silent 'no' as I noticed her on my bed. She lay there, asleep, under my blankets. I gently walked forward, observing her. I'm not sure why I stared at her, she was hypnotizing. Her rose cheeks reminded me of a warm summer day, a fresh glass of lemonade. A feeling you get while running around outside with your siblings.
Her pouty lips were anything but dry, filling her face gracefully. She was hugging tight onto a pillow of mine.
I shrugged and chuckled, she had my favorite pillow. It didn't bother me for some reason.
I slipped behind her in my bed, turning my lights off. The light from the moon illuminated her skin figure in my bed. Never had I thought I'd see [Y/N] laying in my bed. I gracefully wrapped an arm around her, careful to avoid her shoulders and forearms. I frowned as I remembered her bruises and scars.
Those images faded as the lovely smell of lilacs entered my nose. I buried my face in her hair, pulling the blankets over both of us.
I hope she felt she was safe with me, in my room.
I was going to protect her, no matter what.