A New Fight: A Rainbow Six Siege Fanfiction

Act II, Ch. 4 ~ Last Night

~ The heavy bag endured yet another harsh beating. Swift, but heavy kicks carrying the velocity of bone shattering blows. The sun outside was barely rising above the horizon, its sky still drowsy with a navy blue hue. The gym's lights were still on, but even a near completely drained Finka could tell morning was less than a half an hour away.

  The bag endured punches and kicks, with nearly all her might, or might left in her. Her shins left thin layers of sweat on the skin of the bag after every strike, only to dry up quickly from the consistent air conditioning of the gym. It was until she could go no longer.

  She hit the bag with all she had left, the chains jangling harshly, until even her kicks could only make it sway weakly. After what she assumed was only a few minutes, she rested against the bag, her forearm against her forehead. Silver eyes stared down at the mats below which she stood on.

  A bead of sweat rolled down her face, before hanging off her nose to fall onto the dry ground below. She could only contemplate the basic action of breathing. But suddenly grit her teeth to back away and threw a hard right cross that made the bag nearly bend in half from impact; and this was just with hand wraps.

  She fell to her knees, even her hands hitting the floor as she caught her breath. The bag swayed inches from her face as it swung to and fro. Her eyes winced and she fought to keep her harsh reality at bay.

  She was oblivious to the approaching figure, only seeing black and white adidas at the corner of her vision. It took her a few moments to even realize, it wasn't until 2IC kneeled next to her, and she looked to him to see his dark brown eyes feeding into hers.

"What are you doing here? What time is it?" her first question was at him, then her eyes reverted to the clock hanging on the wall across the gym.

"You are here early..." 2IC said.

"Since 4..." Finka huffed.

"You should rest." It was amazing she was able to workout for so long, miraculous even. Even with breaks in between, if cardio was all she was worried about, he could only imagine the pain in her muscles now, and the immense soreness that would follow the next morning.

2IC extended his arm, holding his hand out. Finka looked up to him before looking to the ground.

Her eyes flicked away from him, as if accepting his hand would display weakness, but as she put her foot under her, the pain in her muscles ignited, she just sighed in response.

Her colorless eyes met his, and 2IC without anymore words, grabbed her arm, prompting her to let him hold her arm. He pulled her up and Finka was finally on her feet.

"I didn't need-" She took a step back, swaying a bit, suddenly feeling lightheaded. 2IC still held her hand still, and Finka stumbled into him. She landed against him, 2IC stepping back and now having her in his arms.

Finka had her hand on his chest; her gaze slowly turned from the floor below, to 2IC. Looking into his eyes, she slowly let her eyes take in his features from up close. She had just noticed he wasn't completely hiding his face, only wearing a single bandana which covered his nose and below. The two broke eye contact when she finally put some weight onto her legs. 2IC felt her hold herself up, and his arms left her back.

"Thanks." Finka exhaled, leaving his arms. 2IC raised his hand, having had his hand on her bareback, as she was wearing a sports bra. Finka chuckled, seeing him flick her sweat off of his fingers.

"Sorry. You did not have to catch me though." Finka set her hands on her hips.

"Just be wary of your limits."