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Teammate let out a quiet grunt, squirming futile against the firm boot pressing into their back.

"You really think we wouldn't find out, huh?

Teammate's fists curled into the wet mud, eyes widened as they strained to catch a glimpse of their attacker.

"..L-Leader?"

"Don't play dumb with me," Leader snapped as he stooped down, rainwater trickling down his pistol to pool on Teammate's cheek. "You know what you did."

Teammate's mouth opened, heart thudding against the ground as words struggled to form. "I- Wh.. What?"

"You sold us out! How.." Leader swallowed. "I never thought- you..."

Teammate's breath hitched, eyes blown wide as they couldn't quite turn to face him, cheek still half-squashed into the dirt. "I didn't- I- I would never."

They gritted their teeth, nothing but the pitter of rain hitting the soil to fill the brief silence that passed.

"I knew you'd come."

Whumper's lips curled into that familiarly sickening smile as the metal gate rolled back, creaking on its hinges as Leader approached.

"I'm here, so let them go," he ordered.

Whumper's fingers waved a vague motion to the henchmen behind, promptly followed by kicking and scrapping against the gravelled ground.

"Get the hell off me!" Teammate One shouted, jerking against their restraints.

Three froze in their tracks, eyes widening as they landed on Leader. "Leader? What are you.."

"We had a deal," Leader answered, steely gaze refusing to break under Whumper's tangible glee.

"What? No- You can't-"

He stood rigid as the henchmen pushed his team past him, holding Whumper's gaze as he got to his knees.

"Leader-" Teammate Two started, desperation seeping into their voice. "Leader, don't do this!"

He set his jaw, composing himself from his teammate's distant pleas as Whumper drew closer, cuffs in hand.

"Leader! Please!"

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Collapse Aftermath - Leader Whump

He tried to stay upright. He really did, but the second Leader's knees buckled any effort to grip onto composure was lost.

"Whoa, hey-"

A quiet groan was the most objection Leader managed at the arms locking around him, flaring the wound in his side.

Colourful exclamations of panic from his teammate morphed into something distant as he slumped against the other, short breaths the only thing to be heard above the heavy heartbeat- not his own, thudding against his ear.

Heavy limbs of no use to him, Leader could only shudder as Teammate lowered him to the floor, the painstaking care doing nothing for the torn skin that screamed in protest until the ceiling above finally flooded his vision.

"...ear me?"

His eyelids drooped beneath the harsh fluorescent tubes glaring down, a distinct chill settling around him as his head lulled to the side.

"Shit, shit! Hey- Can you hear me?"

Leader mustered some vague groan, frantic tapping against his cheek tugging back on his thread of consciousness. He failed to bite back his half-strangled cry, no warning coming before the firm pressure pushed into his side.

"Fuck! Why didn't you say something?" Teammate's wide eyes flickered from their captain's wound to his paling face.

".. 'thought I had it h.. handled," he gritted out, biting back another wince.

"This- this is not handled boss!"

Dark spots blotted the face looming above him in and out of focus, nothing but Leader's choked breaths occupying the space between the pair. "Yeah.." he whispered, eyes threatening to fall closed.

"No, no. Come on Leader, eyes on me," Teammate encouraged, shaky voice accompanied by incessant tapping resuming on the side of Leader's face.

Sluggishly swiping at it only yielded his own hand caught in Teammate's, guided down toward his side.

"Just keep that there, okay?" They carefully laid his palm across the soaked material, drawing a shaky breath. "I'll get help just- just stay there."

Leader's glazed eyes followed Teammate as they scrambled to their feet.

"I'll be right back. Right back," they promised, giving their captain's limp form a final glance before sprinting out the door, rushed footsteps fading down the hallway.

Leader forced the grimace off his face, expression neutral as he pressed his hand to his side, head kept down as he opened the door.

Of course, Teammate was still there, arms crossed and eyes glued to him.

"What do you want? I'm tired." He sighed, brushing past the other.

"I want to know that you're okay."

Leader momentarily paused, pursing his lips as he kept a steady pressure on his side. "I don't need this right now. I'm fine."

"Come on boss," Teammate pleaded, taking the silence as their queue to push. "The whole team's worried about you. You won't even look at us! And you've- you've barely said a word since-"

"Since I got Youngest killed?" Leader finished for them, slow to swallow the lump in his throat. "There's nothing to say."

"...What?" Teammate's voice was little more than a whisper. "How can you even say that? It wasn't your fault!"

Leader shook his head, gritting his teeth as he fought the urge to say something.

"You did everything you could. Everything."

"Yeah, well it wasn't enough!" he finally snapped, a wince swift to escape him as he turned too quickly.

Teammate stilled, immediate words dying in their throat as their eyes fell on Leader's hand still cradling his side. "Are you.. are you hurt?" they started, voice torn between outrage and concern.

"It's nothing." Leader took a half-step back, the stumble doing nothing to further his point. "Just leave it." The blurring figure closing the distance paid no heed to his instruction, a cold hand lifting his damp shirt before he could swat it away.

"Leader-! What th....-ell?"

Leader's brows furrowed, Teammate's voice muffled as they pulled back red-coated fingers. He lifted his gaze to the other, their mouth moving, but no noise reaching his ears.

"Jus.. drop it," he insisted, vaguely aware of the hands shooting towards him as the ground rushed to greet him.

Leader let out a shaky sigh as he cranked the shower knob, shuddering as the lukewarm spray hit him, water stinging the broken skin littered across his torso.

He closed his eyes, letting the pink-tainted water trickle down his grime-coated form. His shaky fingers ran across the dirt clinging to his forearm before his gaze fell to the tiled floor, watching the red spill down the drain. 

He should've tried harder.

Youngest needed him, and he couldn't- couldn't save them.

Leader turned his front to face the water, promising himself that was the reason for the moisture slinking down his cheeks as he stiffened his jaw.

His teammate's once pleading eyes still bore a hole through his brain, the gruesome imagery bled into his head, spilling across his thoughts.

Leader's temple ached as he let it fall against the tile in front of him, leaning his head against the wall while his throat tightened.

"Boss? Leader, you alright in there?"

Leader straightened to the unmistakable voice at the other side of the door, hissing at the jolt in his side from the sudden movement.

"Y-" He cleared his throat, the hoarseness of his voice intolerable to be heard over the running water. "Yeah. Yeah, all good," Leader called back, calm and unreadable as ever.

Or maybe not.

He could practically hear Teammate's frown from the next room with the resounding hesitance.

"..You sure?"

"Yes- Dammit!" Leader sucked in a shallow breath, refusing to let a sound escape him before regathering himself. "Just go."

A coppery taste pricked his tongue as he bit the inside of his cheek, stomach knotting as he waited for the footsteps outside to finally recede.

He was fine. He wasn't the one who- He was fine. And if everyone would stop asking about it, that would be just fucking great.

He was quick to stifle the first sob threatening the break through, quicker still to muffle the next he failed to. His vision blurred, shoulders shaking as he pushed the back of his bruised wrist to his mouth, refusing to let a single sound escape him.

"Cap- Captain…" Medic steadied their hands in front of them. "I need you to slow down, okay?"

Leader's brows creased, heart still frantically thumping as his fingers tightened around his sword, the soft dirt rubbing into his warm palm against the metal hilt.

"What are you doing? We got them on the run!" He stepped around his comrade, eyes fixed on the scattered enemies descending the rocky hill, their weathered helmets glinting under the setting sun. 

"We'll take care of that, just.." Medic stumbled back in front of him, hand outstretched as they took a cautious step forward. "..Stop moving."

Leader gritted his teeth, frustration rising as a hand clasped his shoulder. "Why are you-"

"Cap, try to stay calm."

He paused as Medic motioned someone from behind, the clang of metal and cries of battle all but forgotten as another set of hands latched behind him, leaving a strange sensation to settle in the pit of his stomach.

"Easy," another familiar voice ushered from behind. "I got you."

The captain's knees faltered, a strong grip quick to catch his weight as his gaze fell to his torso. A crimson-stained spear protruded through him, bits of skin smeared around the metal shaft and fleshy folds hung from its jagged head.

"It's okay- Don't look at that," his teammate behind him started. "It's alright. Medic's gonna fix you right up, okay?"

The warmth pooling around the grass under him said otherwise.

Back eased against the dirt, the captain raised shaky fingers to the weapon, shallow breath hitching before two calloused hands caught his.

"Don't.. lie to me," Leader gritted out, eyes glued to the passing clouds above, their orange hues easier to look at than those around him.

"I'm not. So don't you fucking quit on me."

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Whumpee strained against the manacles, getting no closer to freedom as Whumper dragged the knife, his knife, across Leader's chest, trailing crimson behind the split the skin.

The mercenary paused, blood dripping from the blade's fine edge. "Tell me what I want to know and I'll stop."

"I'll kill you-" Whumpee snarled. "I'll fucking kill you!" He twisted at the bindings, growling as only his skin loosened. The metal squeaked in mockery, sturdily locked in place. 

"Whumpee," Leader half-whispered, bloodied chest heaving up and down at the effort. "Stop. Please.."

Whumpee tore his gaze away, locking his jaw as the drill whirred up, focusing on anything else but the metal squelching into flesh. He bit back a wince, the corner of his eye stinging as his sergeant's screams melded with the screeching drill.

Whumper froze, the drill dying down as alarms blared outside the corridor. The mercenary took a step back, widened eyes flicking toward the barred door. He staggered back, releasing Whumpee's restraints as the door swung open.

Whumpee clawed at his captor's forearm as the other pulled his gun, dragging him to the wall.

"Put him down!" Teammate One warned, weapon trained on the pair.

Whumpee let out a shaky breath, head inching back as the mercenary jammed the gun under his chin. They came. They really came.

"Not one step closer."

No. No, Whumper wasn't going to use him to hurt his team. Not again.

Whumpee swatted the gun's barrel away, heat searing his palm as a bullet thudded into the ceiling. Whumper let out a yelp, wrist twisting as Whumpee turned, wrestling him for the weapon.

"Whumpee-!"

A second shot rang out, then a third.

Whumper's eyes widened as he toppled, scarlet pooling around him. Whumpee's gaze fell with him, glued to the other.

"Shit- shit! Are you okay?" Teammate Two rushed to his side, hand impossibly gentle as they placed it on his shoulder.

He nodded, darkness dancing into his vision as it remained fixed on Whumper. "Jus' get Leader."

Whumpee lifted a hand to his chest as the footsteps receded, world swaying before his knees buckled under him. Muffled voices and rushed footsteps morphed into the same incomprehensible haze in his ears, his face stinging against the rough cement.

"...ee? Whumpee?"

A muted whimper escaped him as a set of hands turned him over, battered body crying out in protest.

"Come on- Stay with me," his sergeant pleaded, blood swiftly seeping through his fingers as he pressed them to Whumpee's chest. "Don't you dare die on me!"

"S-sorry boss..."

"No, no no- Whumpee!

...Whumpee?"

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Whumpee's unfocused gaze followed the scarlet trail dripping the floor, soaking the cement floor in a scarlet puddle. He didn't even know where the blood was coming from anymore.

"Whumpee?" Leader's familiar voice carried across the small space. "Are you- are you okay?"

Was he? Here they were, stuck with Whumper for going on three weeks now. Three weeks for something that could've been over in three seconds. If only Leader and pulled the damn trigger when he had the chance.

"Come on," Leader tried. "Talk to me."

Whumpee kept his head hung as the doors slid open, Whumper's footsteps growing closer. “I’ll.. tell you what you want.”

"No-" his sergeant cut in. "You can't. Whumpee.. Whumpee, don't."

His eyes didn’t leave the cracks that cut through the cement floor below him as the mercenary's boots stepped into their peripheral. Fingers clasped ahold of his chin, slowly lifting the soldier’s gaze to meet the Whumper's.

“Where is it?”

The man cried out as teeth tore into his palm. Whumpee jerked his head to the side, ripping a fold of skin clear before spitting the bloodied flesh from his lips as the mercenary stumbled back, pushing his hand to his chest.

A lopsided grin wormed its way onto the Whumpee’s face, scarlet dribbling out of it as his shoulders shook, chuckles breaking between his desperate pants. “-Fuck..you..”

He barely registered the fist shooting toward him until it crashed into his face, snapping his neck back before his head fell into the next punch. His vision blurred red as each strike closely followed another, then another and another. A few grunts escaped him, hard knuckles smacking against wet skin as a warm sensation overtook his features.

Leader was saying something - shouting maybe, but what remained a mystery.

Whumper reeled his arm back as a shaky groan left the other before the fist hammered into his chest, cracking something inside. Whumpee keeled over the side of the seat as the restraints would allow, gasping to catch his breath as the other man staggered back, cradling a hand now stained in both his and his captive's blood.

Coughing and spluttering on the blood threatening to clog up his throat, Whumpee made no move to sit back up as the mercenary's rushed footsteps receded toward the door.

"Whumpee? Fuck-"

"Y..you.." he rasped, each breath accompanied by a painful wheeze as his chest tightened. "You should've.. shot him." Whumpee spat out another mouthful of blood, the action doing little to clear the coppery taste from his mouth.

A stiff pause filled the cell.

"I couldn't."

Whumpee lifted his head, squinting at Leader, one eye too swollen to see out of. "And why the hell not?" he choked out. "Now- now we're both gonna die."

"No." Leader shook his head. "We just have to hold on. Our team's coming. They'll find us."

Whumpee's eyes drifted back to the floor.

"Will they?"

Whumpee closed his eyes as his name echoed down the adjacent hallway, muffled through the metal door as rapid footsteps grew louder.

The sniper flexed his fingers, tightening his fists as his eyes snapped back open with the door.

"Whumpee? Whum-" Leader stilled, pistol trained in front of him.

No shot sounded.

Whumpee clenched his jaw as the cold metal barrel dug deeper into his temple. "Shoot him," he gritted out.

"Leader," Whumper started, gloved fingers snaking around the side of Whumpee's neck as he spoke. "Put down your weapon."

Whumpee went rigid, gaze wandering over to his rifle, still out of reach. It was tempting, impossible, but tempting.

He forced his expression to remain neutral, the hand on his neck tightening.

"No one has to die," the mercenary went on. "Just put it down."

Leader's gaze faltered, meeting his teammate's, the other glaring up at him from his spot on the ground.

"What the hell?" Whumpee choked out, the pressure in his head building before the merc's grip loosened. "Just shoot him sarge!" he snapped.

"I-"

The shrill of Whumper's warning shot to the ceiling earned a wince from his captive as Leader hesitated a moment longer.

"No. Don't you fuckin' dare-" Whumpee's protest was cut short by the soft clink of Leader's gun touching the floor.

Whumpee's eyes widened as four figures poured in from the side doors behind his sergeant, weapons in hand.

He made the lunge for his rifle at the exact moment something pricked his neck. Whumpee hit the ground face first, muscles spasming before the darkness blotted his vision.

-

His shot went wide as he staggered, a loud bang ringing through his ears as something tore between the gap of his chest and shoulder armour plating. Warm liquid trickled through the soldier's fingers as he pressed a hand to the wound, raising his rifle back on his opponent with the other. The next shot simply pinged off Whumper's armour.

There wasn’t time for Whumpee to even register his bolt thudding into the wall as his back hit the floor, his opponent already grappling him to the spot. He winced as the attacker jerked his arm to the side, flaring up his shoulder as his vambrace was lifted clear and clattered to the floor beside them.

“It’s nothing-” The mercenary grunted as he wrestled against Whumpee’s arms. “-personal.”

“Tell that to everyone you shoot?” he bit back, muscles straining as his wrists were forced together. Whumpee continued to buck against the other, leg rearing up until his kneecap connected.

Fingers jammed into his wounded shoulder, earning a gasp from him as they sank deep into his bloodied flesh.

Panting as the gloved hand was jerked back out, Whumpee glanced back down as the binders clicked around his wrists. “Fuck you.”

The other paid the comment no mind as he slid Whumpee's sidearm from its holster, clipping it to his own belt as he shifted his weight, getting back to his feet.

Watching the man as he reached for the vambrace abandoned on the floor, Whumpee kicked his leg up again, heavy boot slamming into the mercenary’s crotch plate. With the other man instantly buckling over, Whumpee allowed himself a scoff before going for another kick.

Whumper lost his footing as Whumpee swiped a leg behind his knees, sending him to the ground with a heavy thud.

Scrambling around as his opponent recovered, Whumpee reached for his rifle, the familiar click of a gun behind him freezing him in place.

“Let’s not do anything stupid.” The mercenary walked back around, weapon sights trained on Whumpee's head as his other hand fiddled with his comlink. “Now, tell your buddy to meet back up,” he instructed, kicking the rifle out of arm’s reach.

“Go to hell,” he spat, shooting the other a glare as his helmet was lifted off.

Tossing the helmet to the side as he switched on the comlink, Whumper soon dropped it in favour of freeing up his hand.

Whumpee let out a pained yelp as the knuckle plate dug back into his shoulder, metal tearing at the ripped flesh before coming back red. Still catching his breath, he bawled his fists as the man stomped down on his comlink a moment later to cut off the brief transmission, electricity crackling as sparks spewed out under the pressure.

“Any more funny business and he’ll run in just in time for me to blow your brains out.”

Whumpee’s gaze wandered over to the door as the mercenary’s quiet footsteps circled back behind him. “He’ll kill you. You know that, right?”

A tremor ran through Leader's hand. Shuddering, he readjusting his grip on the tweezers, the metal cool against his clammy hands as he worked. The crimson liquid contrasted against his pale skin as the blood ran down the upper portion of his leg and pooled around the torn flesh, his black trouser leg frayed around it.

A shaky groan escaped him as he pulled the last piece of shrapnel clear of the wound, ripping an overlapping strip of flesh as he plucked the debris away. The tweezers fell to the tray with a soft clink as he reached for the needle.

"Leader?.."

He bit back a sigh, recognizing his teammate's voice as his hand smacked against the tray harder than intended, fumbling to retrieve the needle and spool of thread.

"What are you doing?"

"It's nothing." Leader's brows pulled together, his utmost focus on the minute loop in the needle as he willed his trembling fingers to push the thread through.

A warm hand pressed against his own, carefully lifting the from his weakened grasp.

"I can do it myself."

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Team Captivity Whump - Leader Whumpee Part 2 (part 1)

Right Hand's eyes snapped up as the door to the dingy cell swung open. The string of profanities they'd prepared to hurl at their captor caught in their throat the second Whumper stepped in.

Earning a gasp from Medic, Whumper dragged Leader's battered, bloodied and near limp form in tow. His boots scuffed against the cement ground in feeble protest.

"You fucking bastard!" Right Hand yelled, muscles straining against their restraints.

"Thank you-" Whumper carelessly tossed Leader forward, allowing him to crumple to the floor in a heap. "-for your cooperation."

Ignoring the animalistic growl rumbling from one of the teammates, Whumper shoved their boot into Leader's ribs for good measure. Barely receiving a reaction, they took their leave without even chaining him back up.

"Sh-shit." Right Hand's eyes soaked in the deep gashes and burns riddling Leader's flesh. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It was meant to be me." At that moment, they were glad Youngest wasn't here to see this. At least they had evaded capture.

Face still buried in the floor, Leader gave a weak groan of a refusal. "'t's m...my job."

"What did..Whumper want?" Medic cut in, chains keeping them from offering Leader any support as he began peeling himself off the floor.

"Are you okay?" they tried again as he pulled himself toward the wall, sagging against it.

Leader's gaze dropped down to the heavy scarlet spray dappling his torso, and Medic cursed themselves for the foolish question.

"It's not-" His breath hitched as he smeared the red spatter on his face with the back of his hand. "Not all mine."

"Boss-" Right Hand started, at a loss for words for his leader's unrecognizable state. "What'd they do to you?"

Leader’s eyes moved sluggishly across the cramped cell, widening as they met those of concerned teammates. Chains rattled as he shuffled, bracing his back against the wall.

How had they all got caught?

There was no time to voice that question before the heavy steel door creaked on its hinges, a familiar foe stepping in.

A stiff silence persisted as Whumper's gaze shifted over each of them.

“You.” Leader’s heart skipped a beat as Whumper stopped in front of Right Hand, seizing their jaw despite the snarl of protest. “You’ll do.”

“No.”

Whumper stilled, inclining their head to Leader. “Say something, did you?”

“You’re going to leave them alone,” he stated, keeping his voice level.

Whumper merely scoffed, releasing Right Hand from their grip, who wrenched their face away the instant Whumper’s fingers were free of it.

“And why would I do that?”

“Because you’re going to take me instead,” Leader said, tilting his chin up to level his gaze at Whumper as they approached.

“Leader no-” Right Hand cut in, arms jerking against their restraints. “You can’t!”

A ghost of a smile tugged at Whumper’s lips.

“Get the hell away from him!” Right Hand shouted, thrashing against the heavy chains, as Whumper squatted down in front of Leader.

Leader stiffened as Whumper roughly pressed the open wound on his temple, sneering at the blood caking their glove as they pulled away.

“You’re a bold one,” they remarked.

Leader's stomach churned as Whumper leaned in closer.