Corruption [Soldier76 x Reader]

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[Reader's Point of View]
I couldn't take it. It's been two days since jack and the team had been deployed, and the thought of losing him never left my head. Not once.
I sat alone, in his bed, curled up with my back to the wall. I buried my face into my hands and sobbed. And for what? I'm not sure. I inhaled deeply, Jack's scent filling my nose. Only then I realized why I was sobbing.
Ever since I've joined the organization, I've had someone to rely on. Whether that was Jamison, Mako, my..."substitute", or Jack. I'd always had someone to lean on whenever I felt like it. Because I was terrified when I first arrived here. I didn't know anyone, or what the hell I was doing here. And when that one person-no, four people-had left my life for a brief period of time, I was left with myself to try and deal with things.
It pathetic. I'm a grown woman for fuck's sake, I should be able to handle my problems on my own.
Somehow he always makes his way into my thoughts. Especially now that I'm all alone, only left with my thoughts. I still hadn't signed that paper. It was still laying on Jack's bathroom counter. He'd probably saw it. I hope he doesn't think I'm too scared to sign it.
But what if I am? I may be responsible for someone's exile. That's terrifying. Why is it up to me? Shouldn't it be up to higher powers?
As much as I'd love to ask Jack, I can't. I can't bear to bring up his name to Jack. The only time I'd seen Jack get that frustrated was during the interrogation with him.
I slowly made my way to the bathroom, opening the door. Jack's clothes still lay on the ground, his towel resting on the sink. Glancing to my right, the paper caught my eye. He had set it on a  side table, probably making sure it didn't get wet. I told myself I needed to stop avoiding it, it's a damn paper for hell's sake.
I picked it up, my hands jittering as I read it over again. Jack couldn't make this decision for me. I had to make it myself. I shakily set the paper back down, and walked away. I didn't want to make a big decision yet. Stalling, my mind told me to shower, and go get breakfast. I agreed with myself, and walked back into Jack's bedroom. I picked up one of his black t-shirts, with the Overwatch logo, and Jack F. Morrison printed small in the top left corner, below a complimentary tiny pocket. I stopped for a moment to wonder what the "F" could stand for. I'd never known his middle name.
Jack Fucking Morrison. I laughed probably too hard as I thought of the preposterous middle name. Looking to my left, I saw the pile of my clothes on his bed. I needed to wash those. Sighing, I decided I'd just put the gym shorts I had on now, back on when I got out of the shower. I made my way back to the bathroom, closing the door, and flipping on the ventilation fan. I turned on the water, making sure it was hot before I stripped out of my clothes, and hopped in. I sighed in pleasure as the warm water rolled down my skin, cleaning off whatever had collected on it within the past week.
Reaching for the shampoo, I read the label, making sure it was in fact, shampoo.
'Moisturizing Shampoo-for men.'
I practically snorted at the discovery, it was cute how Jack cared so much for his hair to get moisturizing shampoo. I stopped for a moment to wonder how he was currently doing, before continuing to wash my hair. I figured it would only make matters worse if I continued to worry about him, right?
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Sighing, I slipped on Jack's t-shirt, inhaling his scent and smiling a bit to myself. Tucking in the bottom of the shirt into my pants, I glanced in the mirror, and stopped for a brief moment. How long had it been since I'd actually looked in a mirror at myself?
And how long had the bruises around my eyes and neck been gone? It was strange to see my skin with it's normal color, and not see purple, or black. I smiled contently and finished tucking the shirt into my pants, before rummaging around in Jack's drawers, looking for hair product. I pushed a couple of cans of hairspray out of the way, as well as hair gel, before finding a small bottle of leave in conditioner. I rasied an eyebrow, reading the label while thinking. Does Jack really put all of this into his hair? I laughed quietly before spraying some in my hair, then running my fingers through it. The silence that filled the air was...unsettling to say the least. I quickly picked up the mess I had made in the bathroom, coming across the paper that Dr.Zielger had given me. I gently folded it up and stuck it in my back pocket before walking out into Jack's main bedroom. Glancing around, I decided I might as well clean it for him, knowing he might be gone for a while. I took all of the clothes that were laying in the floor and put them in a laundry basket, before cleaning off his dresser.
My eyes caught sight of a small polaroid picture, curiosity pricking over me. I picked it up and observed it slowly. It was a picture of Jack passed out on a couch, Commander Reyes crouching next to him with a marker in his hand. I chuckled at the picture and assumed Captain Amari must've been the one behing the camera, as I assumed that Commander Reyes wouldn't let anybody else take it. The words written on the polaroid said,'Jack's initiation party, 3/07.'
I had no idea the three had been so close in the past. It was obvious Jack was on good terms with Captain Amari, but what about Commander Reyes? The Blackwatch Commander didn't seem to fond of Jack and I the morning of the deployment, and even went as far as to ask Jack something over breakfast. What it had been I wasn't sure, I'd only seen them talking, and hadn't bothered to ask Jack what it was. Probably professional stuff anyways.
Snapping back to reality, I set the photo down, before continuing to clean Jack's room. Once I'd finished, I picked up the laundry basket and left his room. I figured I should probably do something about the abundance of dirty clothes before I got breakfast. Making my way to the medical wing, I kept my eyes on the floor, accidentally bumping into someone. Looking up, I realized it was Reinhardt. I craned my neck upward even more, having trouble seeing 'eye-to-eye' with the 7'4" German.
"Sorry," I shook my head and continued looking up at him, knowing he'd have something to say.
I'd never been necessarily close to Reinhardt, he'd scared me my first day here.
[Flashback]
Jamison was showing me around, and a small, brown-haired, swedish child ran up to me, and handed me a stuffed kitten, with armor built around it. I remember asking her why she'd given it to me, and she only said,'God-dad Rein is looking for her, hide!' Before ducking behind me. Looking up, I saw Reinhardt standing there, but of course, I hadn't recognized it was him. He'd only had on a white t-shirt, and some pants. I'd only ever seen him on posters with a full suit of armor on. He glared at me before looking down at the crouching child behind me, holding his hand out. 'Gib mir das Spielzeug, Brigette,' He sighed. 'jag har det inte,' She giggled,'God papa wants her!' Baffled by the exchange of Swedish and German i'd just heard, I swiftly gave him the toy, his figure towering over me.
[End of flashback]
"It's quite alright friend," He gazed down at the abundance of clothes I was carrying in one tiny basket,"Where are you headed?" He inquired.
"The medical wing, I need to wash these," I explained before holding them out.
He grabbed the basket out of my hands and smiled,"Let me assist you, [Y/N]."
I smiled and nodded my head,"Thanks, Rein."
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Walking into the small room to the right of Dr.Ziegler's office, I opened one of the many washers and motioned for Reinhardt to throw the clothes in, but he seemed occupied. His gaze shifted from the floor, to Captain Amari, who was standing by the door, talking to someone through her earpiece.
"Reinhardt?" I questioned quietly.
His broad frame turned toward me, a brief smile masquerading his face. Walking toward me, he gently dumped the clothes in the washer, before handing me the basket back.
"I apologize. I thought I'd heard Amari say my name," he shrugged lightly, his eyes flickering to the floor.
I took a moment to close the washer, and hit start.
"Are you sure that's what it was?" I asked, genuinely concerned.
"I-ah...would you like to talk about it over some breakfast?" He suggested.
It took me a moment to realize that he must've wanted to get out of Captain Amari's earshot before talking about it. I nodded and smiled, waiting for him to lead the way. Instead of that, he motioned for me to go first, jokingly bowing his head.
"Ladies first, my friend,"
I chuckled before walking out the door,"Thanks Rein."
He smiled and followed me back to Jack's room, letting me open the door for him this time. I figured Jack wouldn't mind Reinhardt being in his room, especially since I'd just cleaned it. I assumed Jack had been close to Reinhardt in the past, so I picked up the Polaroid photo of him on a couch, and brought it over to Rein.
"Rein, do you happen to know anything about this picture?" I questioned innocently.
"What's this..?" He grabbed the photo and took a moment to examine it, before speaking once again.
"Jack's initiation party! I remember it quite well. It started out very formal, with Jack being announced as the new Commander of the organization. We all knew Jack, and no important corporate employees were there, so we decided to let loose," he chuckled, his eyes still scanning the photo.
"So Jack And Commander Reyes were on good terms?" I asked.
"Oh, more than 'good terms'. They were never seen without each other, whether it be on the job or not. Those two and Captain Amari were inseparable in their younger days."
Interesting.
"So Jack And Commander Reyes were...?" I stopped, not sure if I'd sound ridiculous.
Reinhardt nodded his head slowly.
Oh.
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