Tord x Reader (some lemons)

An unlucky fate (Redleader X Reader)(female)

(This will be in chapters if requested for me to finish owo)(of course, don't read if you don't like lemon, Gore, blood, guns, ect. )

Y/N's time was up. She had finally been caught between the crossfire of the red and blue armies. The green and purple armies hidden within the shadows. Y/N was part of the green army, but was asked to join the blue army, with their leader being Thomas. Y/N always had a thing for Tom, especially now that he has gained all this power. Tom had asked for y/n specifically, and she quickly heard. It would have to wait, as she was a Sargent in the green. This was the final day of her job, and it was on battlefront. 

I was comfortable in my position behind the giant factory that specializes in the making of green hoodies, and the main building that supplies our small army with clothing. I held my ak-47 close, and had my small 22 magnum close by. My fingers on the trigger, my head in battle, my heart... Pounding. I don't want to hurt Tom... I don't want to hurt Tord... Hell, I used to love Tord. I casually shoot in the general direction of the red uniforms I see, and hope I got one. I walk down the alleyway, unphased by the darkness, and the reeking stench of blood. I kick the body of a poor dead blue soldier out of my way, and quickly head to the end of the alleyway. I check left and right, making sure there aren't any surprises when I go to exit, and am quite pleased to see nothing but bodies. "Hello, old friend~" a deep, raspy, accented voice speaks behind me. "I'm so very excited to see you, elsker~" he continues. Without turning around to see the face, I answer, attempting to sound prideful. "Hello, Tord. Wonderful day, isn't it?" "Quite so. But it will be better with you in my sheets~" I shudder at the words that slip so easily out of his mouth. "Ah. How many girls have you gotten with THAT one?~" I ask, teasingly as I finally turn. "Oh, I actually haven't had anyone... The whole time I couldn't stop thinking of you~ of how your body looked under Tom's blankets~" I pause. "...what?" "That's right~ I was home when you had Tom drunk off his ass, and you two fucked him. It was so hard for me not to drag you out of the bed by your legs and fucking you on the spot. I wish I could slit Tom's throat~ watch him bleed all over your beautiful body~ perfect perky breasts~ God, I'm hard already~" I shudder. How did he know- when did he.... ? 

I quickly reach under my shirt to grab my 22 magnum to be ready to shoot him. "I wouldn't suggest that, little miss." A deeper, raspier, and far more British voice whispers behind me as he grabs my arm. "Who-" a smaller male appears behind Tord, and smiles at me. "Oh my goodness! Tord, is this Y/n?! The girl you always masterbation t-" Tord blushed, and put his robotic hand up to shush the man. "This is Pat. And the wonderful man behind you is pau. Don't worry, you may feel a bit cold," as Tord says this, I feel an almost ice cold sharpness hit the back of my neck, and my eyes get a bit blurry. "But I'll warm you later~" and the last thing I remember before the blackness is seeing his smile, and Tom appearing, screaming my name.