Code (anon/spec ops x reader)

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His rough dreads on your fingertips slowly ease into cotton.

"Y/n." You feel someone shaking on your shoulder.

"Hey are you ok?" Your eyes flutter open, it's riot.
Weren't you just in the hospital?

You feel around, it's riots bed. "How'd I get here?" You sit up groggy and lean against the headboard of the bed. A painful headache eats at your temples and you sigh.

"I brought you here what do you mean?" He starts reaching for a glass of water on the bed stand.

"No! I got it." You grab his hand, it's not bandaged. "Y/n what are you doing?" His hands don't have burns or blisters. They're normal, how is this possible?

"Is the princess finally awake?" A voice approaches from the hallway. It's deep and calm. No, it can't be...but he's. It's tank.

He appears at the doorway and leans against it arms crossed, no wires. Awake, breathing...alive.

Your eyes widen and you drop riots hand. "How...no...you" tears well up in your eyes, the air seeping from your lungs as your muscles quiver.

He chuckles, "you missed me that much?" He's laughing, and joking, and not coughing up blood.

You throw the covers off yourself and practically jump onto him. His hands catch your thighs and you wrap tightly around him sobbing.
"Hey hey what's wrong?" He tries to stabilize himself against the wall.

"You....you were dead...what's this sick dream." You sob, his smell drowning every breath. His warmth along your fingertips, his grip on your thigh. Everything, he's here and he's real.

"Hey who died?? Do I look dead?" He sets you down and leans down to wipe your tears away with his thumbs. You hold onto his hands tightly and continue to sob.

"At the protest...you were shot..." you struggle to speak. "Then...you flatlined at the hospital while riot and I were there. I was so sad." You cry harder and sink to the floor.

He kneels down and pulls you into a hug, "y/n no I'm here, I'm not dead." He rubs the back of your neck and you cry onto his shoulder while hugging him tightly.

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You managed to calm down and tank dragged you to wash your face of all the tears and snot.
"Y/n so what did you see?" Riot starts

You guys move to the couch, you refuse to leave tanks lap which makes riot roll his eyes.

"Tank gave me his helmet, and then the cop shot him with a rubber bullet."

"Y/n they never started shooting rubber bullets." You stare at riot in disbelief

"But I did give you my helmet." Tank whispers while trying to get out of your now chokehold of a hug.

"So then what happened after?" You ask hesitantly.

"Riot came running with the helmet you threw, I looked away and someone threw a canister from too far back and it landed on you. Luckily I gave you my helmet but you passed out."

"Are you serious."

"Why would we lie y/n?" Riot laughs

"I don't believe you guys, days went by and we visited you in the hospital and everything."

"One day did go by, you've been out for a day and a half." Tank finally unlatched your hands and starts fiddling with them.