Code (anon/spec ops x reader)

Rage pt.2

Violence warning❤️

Your eyes start to hyper focus, the cops stood far in front of you but it felt as if the whole world had stopped and they were inching closer.

The bustling of people around you ceased to exist in this moment. You can't hear the ruckus. The air doesn't waver from screams against your skin anymore.

The pig still had his finger on the trigger of some sort of gun. Your heart stops, your lungs refuse to draw in air.

Something comes falling hard against you, a thick substance comes leaking down your neck.
What's that smell? Iron and CS.

You can't peel your eyes away from the bastards in front of you. You could only pull off your glove tracing the body that slumped against you.

Their neck...it's wet. It's sticky.
You hesitate to go further but you can't help it, something sharp. Like fragments that have yet to pierce skin under rough hair that clung together.

Tank? Yeah that's right, tank was helping you. It's tank. Panic. No, calm? Help? But who?

"....riot?"

His breathing heavy as he ran, "yes?!"

"Tanks down." The words slipped out, like your sanity. It slipped out and your conscious shatters.

"...riot p-please help tank...TANK HES BEEN SHOT WITH SOMETHING WHERE ARE YOU!"

You feel a light squeeze on your arm, "y/n run." A struggled whisper calls out.

"No I can't are you crazy! RIOT PLEASE CAN YOU HURRY."

"Y/N THEYRE TARGETING US, HES BEEN SHOT WITH A RUBBER BULLET. GET YOURSELF AND HIM OUT OF HERE."

"NO RIOT PLEASE, WHERE ARE YOU?!"

"Y/N TRUST ME! GET OUT OF HERE!" He sounds drained, he yelled. His emotions raw as something tugged on his voice.

You act on impulse, you attempt to sling his arm around your shoulder but your legs still useless. You stumbled forward and a weight is lifted?

You start moving forward, Tank was falling in and out of consciousness. But he still tried to hold onto his own weight every time he awoke.

Somewhere along the way medics pulled him off you. They flushed his wound and wrapped him as best they could. You stand to the side numb, refusing water. The stench of blood still fresh as it clings to your neck and fingers.

Time moves, way too fast. You're here, then you're there. People help tank into the car while you take a seat at the steering wheel. You don't remember thanking them, you don't remember them at all. You just drive, speed limit is the least of the worries. The streets home are empty.

"Riot, am I going to lose you too?"
Static.
Something runs in front of the car, you break hard.

It's a cat. It's fine. It jumped out of the way. Your eyes shoot up to the rear view mirror.

Reality comes crashing into you, you refocus on the blood on your fingers. Fear, anxiety, pain, panic, anger. Every negative emotion there was manifested itself in the pits of your stomach.

"Y/n." A voice whispers from the back seat, a gurgle erupts from him and he coughs then spits. "Fuck that's gross ahah." How is he laughing, he's dying. Stop laughing it's making you scared.

You turn sharply into the driveway and swing open the doors, tears are now gushing down your face. "Tank give me your arm" you sob

He follows, his movements slow and sloppy. You guys end up stumbling into the house, you lay him on his side so he doesn't choke, you pull off his mask and all his gear. His chest puffs up and down harshly.

You're alone with him, you don't know what to do. You want to help, you don't know what to do. It's your fault he's in this condition, who can you call? Not the cops, not riot.

You jump to your feet and rush to the computer room, your fingers move without thinking as you punch in code to access other members. There's a code you forgot, your heart pounds at your chest. Your stomach turns, nauseating.

You punch in something random, it's the only hope.

"Alpha here"
"Scorpion"
"Athena at your service."

The screen is dark, you hear them in your earpiece. That means they can hear you too.

"I know you don't know me, but tank is dying on his living room floor and riot is on the frontlines by himself. Please help them." You plead while rushing back to check on tank.

"Fuck did they breach our server?"
"Yeah dude this might be a trap, the tank? I doubt it."
"She's right guys." Athena interrupts

"What?"
"Neither of them are responding." Athena seems nervous. She types rapidly, "wait for me" and a click is heard.

You pull off the ear piece and fall to your knees beside tank. You remove his earpiece and blood starts dribbling out.

You grab his hand, his fingers are starting to become cold.
"No please tank, hang on help is coming."
You feel a squeeze.

"Y/n?"

"Ye-"
"I can't hear you. I can't see you. But I know you're here."

You cry harder, physical pain tugs at your chest.

He moves your hand to his tattoo
"Tell riot, that buddy didn't run away. It was my fault for leaving the door open that one time. That's why I got this." A slight smile tugs at his lips. "Tell him that I said thank you, and that I'll be waiting for him." A tear rolls from his eyes.

"No tank you're going to be ok, please."
The door slams open and running in is two people in guy fawkes masks. One of them is Athena, you could tell by her figure. The other is some guy, he was shorter than tank and riot but he was built.

Athena pulls out a kit and starts going to work trying to keep tank steady.
The guy pulls you away and crouches down in front of you , he puts a hand on your shoulder. You flinch and he pulls away

"My bad, I'm scorpion. We'll try our best ok?" He seems calm, but there's hurt behind his facade.

He returns to tanks side and starts helping, "cmon buddy, you got people worrying bout you." He chokes on tears, it's heartbreaking.

You bite down hard on your lip to keep in sobs, you want to scream. You want to let it all out, why did he have to help you.

"ATHENA!!" A voice erupts from the court yard.

"You girl, go check" Athena demands and you dash towards the front.

A tall figure in riot gear comes running with someone on their back. You run out towards him and he kneels on the floor to let the person slide off.

Dreads sprawled across the floor, it's riot. Burn blisters covered his gloveless hand.

"RIOT CAN YOU HEAR ME? RIOT!"

He doesn't respond to your screams.....

I apologize for this one😭❤️