Corruption [Soldier76 x Reader]

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a/n: this chapter includes mentions of suicide, abuse, and isolation. If you're sensitive to these subjects, I suggest you just skim over this chapter.
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[Commander Morrison's Point Of View]
I felt Gabriel's hand tense over my shoulder as he pulled me backward. I inhaled sharply, the cold air stinging my lungs. The tears that stained my cheeks left my face cold, and my eyes glazed.
Gabriel's voice was stern as he tightened his grip on my shoulder,"That's enough, Jack. Look at him,"
He was right. I had broken her boyfriend's nose, and shattered his dignity. A trail of blood seeped it's way down his face, his eyes now sunk back into their sockets. I had beaten him senseless, without taking into account the discipline I would receive.
"I need to go see if [Y/N] is alright." I inhaled, thinking of an excuse,"If we're going to exile him from Overwatch, we'll need her to be in good mental condition in order for her to fill out the papers." I glanced around, hoping the excuse would work.
Gabriel seemed to be annoyed with me, as he had already turned around to check the condition of [Y/N]'s abuser. He dismissively waved his hand at me, bending down to clean off his face. Ana shrugged as she nodded her head, letting me know it was okay. Before I left the interrogation room, I turned to the sink, splashing the cold water over my bloodied hands. I silently shamed myself for my inner altercations, drying off my hands. I turned around, scanning him. His eyes sulkingly looked up at me, his brows furrowing in anger. How bad I wanted to beat him until he bled out, until he was screaming in agony. Until he felt like he made [Y/N] feel.
All of this ran through my mind in vain, though. Because as I left, I simply looked directly at him, mouthing 'fuck you.' Then made my way out of the interrogation room.
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My hand gently wrapped around my door handle, turning and pushing. But it didn't open. I pushed my ear against the door, the cold metal sending shivers down my spine. Gentle sobs entered my ears, and my eyes went wide.
"[Y/N]?" I inquired before trying the handle again.
I began to grow panicked as she continued to sob, ignoring me. I knocked on the door frantically.
I froze as I heard her shout,"S-stop! Stop!"
I tried my best to lack any hurtful tones in my voice,"It's Jack, [Y/N]. You can let me in,"
"This wouldn't be happening if I had gone through with it. I'm sorry Jack-" her voice quivered as she sobbed.
"Sorry for what? You've got nothing to be sorry for. Remember what I said? Don't apologize, I-"
I was interrupted as she shouted,"I'm apologizing for letting go."
My mind went racing, thinking of the worst possible scenarios. My chest grew heavy as my eyes began to spill an ocean. What had this man done to her to make her feel this horrible? I threw my body against the door, accumulating strength as I ran forward. The door shattered within contact, pieces of glass and wood scattering across my room.
A shriek entered my ears as I struggled to pace myself,"Don't hurt me! I'm sorry!"
I turned to my left, and my heart sank. [Y/N] sat on my bed, a knife in her hands. Her eyes were closely examining the knife as she gripped it tightly, her eyes pouring. My feet carried me forward, resulting in [Y/N] clutching the knife tighter and shrinking backward.
Did she not realize who I was? Is that why she thought I was going to hurt her?
"It's Jack!"
Her breathing seemed to slow as she slowly looked up at me. I know damn well this image will forever haunt me. She was sobbing, a knife clutched to her chest. Her knees were tucked under her, her arms trembling. Her eyes seemed to tremble with the rest of her body, sorrow and confusion hidden in them. Her hands slowly released the knife as it fell to the floor, a loud smack being heard. Without realizing it, I had jumped into the bed beside her, my arms immediately wrapping around her. I began to cry alongside her, although I'm not sure why. Was it because I could have lost her? Or because she thought I would hurt her?
She turned to me, burying her face in my chest.
"I'm sorry-"
"Don't apologize." I interrupted her sternly.
This wasn't her fault in any way. This was that bastard's fault.
I continued to embrace her, gently rocking back and forth. She fell silent when I did this, her arms wrapping around me. She pulled back, gazing at me. And I couldn't help myself.
I dove forward, connecting my lips with hers. The taste of salty tears entered my mouth as I kissed her, yet I didn't mind. She didn't seem to mind either, as she kissed me back.
This kiss wasn't sexual, nor was it a casual everyday kiss. This was because I cared for her.
I loved her, and she knew that.