Forming Trust- An Ela X Reader Fanfiction

For Those Who Write in Blood

"Lead me, follow me, or get the hell out of my way"

~George Patton Jr.

August 14th, 2022

1700

"Say your prayers and strap on your boots; we're almost there."

That was Jordan, speaking over com as we flew towards Ibiza, the island J.D was currently on. Although the seas were calm, as the island came into view, it felt like there was a dark energy surrounding it.

"FucKkkk!"

I threw up, over the side of the chopper. My mouth tasted like vomit, and I wiped green off my lip as I held my gut.

"Whoa! You alright?"

It was Elias, looking at me to make sure I was alright. Although I barely knew him, he definitely seemed like a responsible and older brother type guy.

I stuck my hand out.

"No, no, I'm fine, just from the turbule-Blrrrgh!"

I threw up over the side again. Shit. I never got seasick. Was this nervousness, anxiety, or anger? I just couldn't tell. All I knew was the closer I got to J.D, the sicker I felt.

My second heaving session got Jordan's attention.

"Damn dude, you alright? We can get a replacement if you aren't feeling alright."

"I'm good, just really queasy. Promise you, it's just from the turbulence; I've never done good in helicopters."

That was a complete and utter lie; I love helicopters and almost always felt perfectly fine in them.

"Good to hear. If you're gonna puke again though, take one of the bags over there."

He pointed to a vomit bag, and I took it. I threw up in that thing another three or four times, until everything in my stomach was emptied into that stupid plastic bag.

I gave a thumbs up to Jordan, signalling I had cleared all the disgusting vile from my body.

"You feelin' any better? We're gonna be landing in about 3."

I nodded. "Gut doesn't feel the best, but I'm doing better."

My stomach was still in terrible pain, it felt like it was twisted in knots. This sickening feeling was still there. I had thought that the closer I got to J.D, the bloodthirstier and stronger I would get, but I was feeling worse and worse as I got towards him. Why? All I wanted was revenge so that all of this would end.

I turned to Elias, telling him a quick joke. He chuckled, and it made me feel a bit better. We were about to arrive, so I gave my guns one last check, patted my knife on my hip, and gave a quick prayer.

Jordan, looking at Craig, who was unnaturally quiet, gave us a call.

"30 seconds to rappel. Be ready."

After he spoke, Elias cracked a quick one liner.

"If you have to sneeze, do it now!"

Everyone laughed at his joke, even Ryad. It was stupid, but the warm hearts of fellow soldiers are the one thing that keeps the rest of us alright.

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"GO GO GO!"

Jordan patted each of us on the back as we slid down the rope, landing on top of the building we were breaching. Shortly after I went down, Jordan slid, the last of the five of us.

"Alright boys, be ready! We went over what to do, just follow my lead!"

Jordan, unnaturally hyped, placed down one of his charges before motioning for us to step behind him. He gave a quick click to a detonator, and the charge began glowing a fiery hot orange. Within seconds, the whole outside of the charge was glowing, and with a loud BOOM, a large hole had been burned, giving us the ability to drop into a billiards room.