Corruption [Soldier76 x Reader]

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[Reader's Point Of View]
Dim sunlight cascaded onto the ground, as the gentle smell of lavender filled my nose. My eyes fluttered open, and my sight was bombarded with Jack's face. I'm still confused as to why he wanted me to call him Jack, but I shrug it off for now. His eyes are lightly shut, and a blush is spread across his face. His blonde hair is tussled, and rests across his forehead. I smiled to myself as I continued to observe him. My thoughts are suddenly filled with the aggression I'd experienced a few nights ago. The thoughts won't leave me alone, I don't understand why. I cling myself closer to Jack, his warmth spreading through me and comforting me. I inhale his scent, the smell of lavender. I began to let my eyes wander over his strong jawline, and prominent cheek bones.
Out of nowhere, his eyelids gently flutter open.
He roughly spoke, his voice raspy,"You okay? You're gripping me awfully tight..."
I nodded slowly, trying to collect my thoughts,"I'm okay. S-sorry I was staring..." I stuttered, embarrassed.
"I wouldn't have noticed had you not said anything," he chuckled,"but I don't mind."
I slowly released my grip, gently throwing the blankets off of me. My gaze shifted toward the ceiling, a cold chill running down my spine. How was I going to deal with him today? Last night I'd told him that I'd be in my room, yet I followed Jack to his. I could've gone back, or snuck to my room while Jack was in the shower. Why I hadn't, I don't know. I trusted Jack, why wouldn't I? He was the commander of a great organization, and he'd offered me a place to sleep.
A static blur interrupted my thoughts, the voice of Commander Reyes entering my ears,"Commander Morrison, we need you in the investigation room. We've got him here."
I turned to my side, my eyes going wide as I stared at Jack. Who did they have?
"Relax," he huffed as he gently lay a hand on my stomach,"He's not going to hurt you anymore."
I paid no attention to his words, his hand distracting me. Why was I feeling like this? The contact of his hand on my clothed stomach sent tingles through my body, my heart beating fast. His warm touch spread through me continuously as I shook my head.
I questioned him,"Y-you're not going to hurt him are you?"
He shook his head, sitting up,"We're not, although we're obliged to. We have evidence that he's hurt you. We'll only hurt him if it's necessary."
I sat up alongside him, running my fingers through my hair. It was a mess, as was I.
Commander Morrison climbed over me, stepping out of bed. My body tensed as his passed over mine, my senses sharpening within a second. What was going on?
He coughed, clearing his throat,"Although I want to stay, Reyes and Amari need me. Will you be okay?"
I shrugged, standing out of his bed.
I began making his bed, involuntarily speaking,"Can I-can I come?"
I gasped, surprised by my words. Why would I want to go? To watch? To hear why he'd hurt me?
He pulled his shirt over his head, shrugging,"I don't see why not."
I continued to make his bed, glancing over in his direction every now and then. His toned abs stood out as I glanced his way, my mouth hanging open. He grabbed his signature black t-shirt from his dresser, throwing it on.
"Staring again? Tsk tsk," he chuckled at me.
I hadn't realized it, but I'd slightly turned, and was staring straight at him. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks as I spoke.
"Sorry! I-I won't do it again," I stuttered.
His warm hand delicately rest on my shoulder as he spoke,"Relax, I was joking,"
I giggled a bit, turning to look him in the eyes.
He raised an eyebrow, laughing softly,"At least tell me you liked what you were staring at,"
I nodded my head, I don't think my face could've gotten more red,"I did, honestly,"
In a matter of seconds, his face was inches from mine. I wasn't used to this, someone towering over me, but not menacingly. It felt warm, like sunshine. His soft lips clasped onto mine, his eyes fluttering closed. To my surprise, I kissed him back. Had I been craving this? They were just as I'd imagined. Soft, and delicate. He wasn't aggressive, he seemed more timid, yet assertive. A small hum escaped his mouth as he brought his hands up, gently running his fingers down my jawline. I must've let out a slight gasp, as he stopped kissing me and chuckled. He gently pulled back, his hands still caressing my jawline. I muttered something quietly to him, hoping he'd hear.
"Hm?" He chuckled, his ocean eyes gazing into mine.
I blushed, my arms wrapping around his neck,"C-can we do that again?"
He nodded his head, I could see a hint of pink rushing to his cheeks. He chuckled as he slowly kissed me again, gently running his tongue across my bottom lip.
A static sounded again,"Morrison. We need you. Now."
He gently pulled back, his face still hovering inches from mine.
"Sorry, our time seems to be cut short. You should probably get ready if you're still planning on coming," he chuckled.
I nodded, still shocked. Why had I kissed him back? I wish I didn't know why, it felt wrong. But he was so much nicer. Warm, a soft feeling.
He turned to throw on his trench coat, and ran his fingers through his hair.
What a bad habit.