THIS. IS. WAR. (specops/anon X reader)

5- Bondfire Festival

!!TW!! GUNSHOTS, BLOOD, TALK OF VIOLENCE

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I pulled the trigger, and felt the recoil of the gun bounce through me as the bullet flew out. Fire ignighted inside the gun, and I heard the metal wizz through the air, faster than anything I've ever seen. The bullet tore into the paper target, leaving a hole in the center of a red circle.

"Wow princess, you've really learned a lot, you might be better than me,"

Malik was laying down on the platform, making himself comfortable. It was almost sunset now, and we were still out shooting, although everyone else had returned to their chambers.

Malik bet me a whole $50 I couldn't make three perfect shots in a row. I had gotten two in a row many times, but always missed the third. I was determined to get that $50, even if it meant humiliating myself in front of Malik.

Malik groaned and rolled over on his side, checking the golden watch that laid on his wrist. He spoke in a sleepy deep voice to me,

"Winter," He pleaded, rolling onto his back and staring at me through his facemask.

"Please let me leave, hell I'll give you the $50 now!" He flashed the money from out of his pocket, begging me to stop.

"It's so hard to breathe in these damn masks for so long, please Winter," His tone went from nagging to sincere.

I didn't want to hurt him of course, but he was being plain stupid. I placed the gun down and looked at his masked face, drenched in sweat that was seeping down his chest, into his orange shirt.

"Okay, if it's hard to breathe, then take off the mask," I stated and shrugged, going back to shooting targets.

Suddenly, Malik stood up. I could feel his footsteps through the wood get closer to me as I concentrated on shooting. I felt Malik's hot breath on my neck as he bent down, and placed his head on my shoulder.

"Winter, princess, it's a rule that I must not show my face to those that are below yellow, and are in my field of work," He whispered into my ear.

I felt ripples throughout my body as he spoke. It's just the wind, I told myself. I have to be strong, for who am I if my weakness is just a man? He's a handsome man though, I thought. No! No no no! I can't be thinking things like this. I slammed the gun down on the table, brushed Malik's head off of my shoulder, and started to head for the sanctuary door. I hated when he was like this. Why does my body react like this to him? I don't want it to.

Malik instantly followed me, his long stride quickly catching up to mine. He silently followed me, not a word from him. This only made me angrier. Oh, so HE'S playing victim.. ooookay, I thought, grinding my teeth together as I fought to keep some self control. But my mind was nagging me. I need to put him in his place. He thinks he's so cool and all... I'll show him, I told myself.

I whipped around to face him, and started to give him a piece of my mind. I was sick and tired of his teasing. Did he want me? Did he not want me? He can't be doing this, he needs to decide. He just stood there. No emotion, nothing. Well, I couldn't tell what face he was making behind the mask, but I knew that it definately wasn't fearful or apologetic. I stopped for a moment and looked at him where I assumed his eyes were at. I glared into them, making sure he knew that I wasn't happy.