Code (anon/spec ops x reader)

Untamed

You stopped in your tracks and inhaled sharply, "looks like we got company?"

"Y/n! Where the fuck did you go?!" Your best friend comes running at you grabbing the kitchen grade scissors with her to cut off the zip tie. 

"We'll talk about that later...who's this?" You nod towards the direction of the master chief lookalike leaning against one of the booths.

"Ahh him, when you ran off I went looking for you and he took a couple shots of rubber bullets for me." Your best friend says while examining your bruised wrists. 

"Uh..hi you can call me riot, your friend here really saved my ass out there. I would've gotten dragged to the gulag or something for being all dressed up haha." A muffled nervous chuckle came from the suited guy.

You focus in on him trying to squint through the darkness and his helmet, "...have we perhaps...met before?" You ask hesitantly.

"Um I don't recall no, what's your name?" He replies, his voice was hearty but soft. And he didn't hesitate to answer any question you threw at him.

"The names y/n" you smile in his direction.

"Ok kids, I have to open tonight and I can't have it looking like a Red Cross in here. Ayo riot you cool with coming over to my place so we can finish bandaging you up?" Your roommate says as she rummages through her pockets for her keys.

"That's fine with me, thank you though." He replies, you could tell he was smiling underneath that tinted helmet.

"Ok let's head out then." Your best friend pulls on your arm, you turn your head and see him pull himself up. He towers over the both of you, you stare at your best friend in intimidation but you trust her intuition.

The drive back to your place was quiet other than the heavy breaths coming from the back seat. When you guys finally pull into the underground parking of your building, your best friends phone rings.

"Hello?....why what happened? Ah ok baby I'll be right there." Your roommate hangs up and turns to the back seat.

"Look y/n here is gunna fix you up as a token of my appreciation for saving me. My girlfriend apparently saw me on the news and is dyingggg to know if I'm ok so I gotta go." She turns to you, "and you miss please behave yourself."

You shoot daggers at her, "wdym behave myself??" You huff as you reach for the door handle, "look at you thinking something's gunna happen" you laugh as you shut the door.

"Haha Thank you, drive safe" riot says to her before shutting the door and her driving off.

The elevator ride up was silent, and you let him into the small apartment before he took a seat on the couch. You ran to the bathroom to grab the first aid kit that was conveniently tucked into the medicine cabinet.

"You can take the helmet off now...the curtains are closed." You say as you kneel in front of him to remove the blood drenched bandages your friend tied.

He rips off his helmet, his forehead glistened with sweat. His dreads were tied back loosely to keep them out of his face and contained in the helmet. His jawline clenched as he inhaled unsteadily. Needless to see he was a sight indeed even though he was clearly in pain.

He rips off the bullet proof vest and the gear drops to the floor in a heavy thud. He rolls his arms as he pats his sore shoulders groaning as he does so.

"Um....are...you hurt anywhere else?" You shyly ask trying not to sneak glances too obviously.

"If it's not too much, may I take a shower. I reek of blood and burnt rubber and it's getting on your couch" He asks while running his fingers through his dreads.