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"guys..." whumpee tries to interject into the conversation, to pull someone out of the fight and get them to notice them.

but the team doesn't hear them, or maybe they just don't care, so whumpee pulls back and closes their eyes in an attempt to fight the nausea.

I love it when Whumpee isn't taken seriously. Maybe before the Whumpening™, they were known to be overdramatic, or are a 'person who cried wolf' type. So, when they tell Caretaker, who is actively tending to visibly wounded patients, that they're hurt, all they get is a brief once over and a "can't you just take a pain reliever? I'm busy."

And it happens, time and time again. Maybe Whumpee seeks out someone else, but everyone has the same dismissive attitude about it. Perhaps it gets to a point where people aren't just annoyed, but frustrated. 'This is serious, Whumpee, we don't have time to be messing around!' After numerous attempts, they still won't receive any help, and so they stop asking.

Things have seemingly gone back to normal. Then, Whumpee's legs give out, and they're unconscious before they even hit the floor. Caretaker is first to look, and feels their heart drop into their stomach when they find out Whumpee was, if anything, underestimating how bad it was.

They must have been hurting for days, possibly weeks. They came to Caretaker, whose entire job is to ease pain and mend wounds, and were turned away without much of a thought. They can't furrow their brow this time and ask Whumpee "why didn't you come find me?" because they did— over and over.

cw: sexual harassment, bullying, slight angst, trauma, strong language, emotional distress, violence

...

Why did you even join the military? You weren’t still sure… You had nothing to lose and you never wanted to work at some fast-food chain, earning barely anything, dealing with people all day… and on top of that, being constantly tormented. You thought everything would change, starting everything all over again.

Well, you only thought. You had just joined some other version of hell. It was normal in the beginning, and you expected there to be a lot of immature boys… but hell, it was unbearable. You had a few female friends, but you couldn’t really chat with them… so you were all alone. You didn’t complain; you had your own little world. It wasn’t hard… until you met them: Ethan and Derek.

You first thought they were interested in you, some kind of childish crush. You didn’t care… but it turned into a nightmare.. they were harassing you.

It started with little notes:

"You look cute today"

"That hairstyle suits you"

- Your dearest Ethan :)

…

“You look so good in that tank top, it really squeezes your breasts very well…”

…

You just looked at that… disgusted. You didn’t wear that tank top after that day. Sometimes they came to you and had small talk; you just avoided them after that note, but they weren’t really happy about it…

Slowly, everything turned into bullying. You felt everyone’s eyes on you… giggles… looks…

After training, you showered in the locker room, put on your clothes, and turned to leave… Ethan and Derek were looking at you and smiling. You felt a knot in your stomach… speechless.

“You’ve been avoiding me, baby…” said Ethan, stepping closer to you.

“Why don’t you just take off that hoodie and let me see your delicate body?”

You stepped back, your hands started shaking. “Ethan, it’s not funny, quit that.” Then he grabbed your arm and shoved you against a locker. You started struggling“Quit struggling, baby… you want this, don’t you?” You just started crying. “Ethan, please stop.”

“Ethan, I said fucking stop.” You kicked his stomach; he whined a bit. “You little bitch.” You turned towards the door to run away, but Derek caught you. Ethan grabbed your chin. “Let me put that mouth of yours to use.”

Fuck… fuck… fuck… you were done… You kept struggling, tears on your cheeks, chest burning. He unbuckled his belt… you looked the door.. hoped.. hoped.. and the door opened. It was nurse.

“What the fuck is happening?”

...

You just sat there… at the commanding officer’s office, and learned that Ethan was his nephew.

“I’m sorry for what happened, I truly am, but there’s nothing I can do. You’re a smart woman… I can clearly see it in your eyes, but I’ll make sure this never happens again. I warned them…” Only warned? Your throat kept burning; you forced yourself not to cry. "…I’m preparing a report. I’ll transfer you to another barracks."

...

That was it… You were preparing your bag. The nurse was sweet; you didn’t count how many times you thanked her. She said she had experienced something similar too. She was panicked when you screamed in the locker room. Your luck really worked that time.

The new barracks wasn't that bad, you had some friends in here, the boys were minding their own business. But there was only problem, There wasn't enough bed for you and had to stay with a higher rank soldier, you were nervous because you just met with a lot of higher ranked soldiers, they seem sweet, way better from the old barracks. Captain Price told you that he saw the report and wished luck for you. Of course the report wasn't that detailed, it only mentioned the bullying, nothing else..

You entered the room.. it felt cold, you didn't really examined the room you just started putting your clothes to wardrobe

Captain Price mentioned that your "new roommate" was a Liteutant, Simon "Ghost" Riley, he was in a mission and returning after a week, you had a knot in your stomach.. still affacted after that incident.

The week was good, you kinda socialized and made new friends damn you even started laughing you were healing.

You were just sitting at the room and.. the door was opened... he entered.. seem a bit scary, had a mask printed skull, he froze.

"Who are you?" He's voice was deep, asked it in a low, gravelly tone, calm yet edged with an unspoken warning.

"I.. i umm.. i transferred here.. the barracks were full so they gave me this room.."

He just looked at you, you felt so fucking ashamed, why didn't they mentioned about you? He just nodded.

"Keep your things to yourself. Try not to make any noise." Damn… you wanted to sink into the ground; he was.. intimidating.

"Okay, sir…" He didn’t look at you after that, never spoke, only made eye contact sometimes. Slowly, he made space for you, organized his things on his side, giving you some room. He left the room early and came back late; sometimes you didn’t even notice when he came or went.

Well, this guy was interesting.

The team had all been assembled for an important meeting. Whumpee’s side throbbed with every beat of their heart, their nerves turning their pulse into a constant, agonizing reminder. Despite that, they played it cool— even managed to crack a few jokes during the meeting. No one questioned the fact that they stayed seated as the others filtered out of the room.

Everyone except caretaker. Then, before they knew it, they were alone, the door closed behind them. Caretaker sat nearly parallel to them across the table, silently glaring at whumpee like they’d been doing the entire meeting.

Whumpee drummed their fingers on the long, polished table to an awkward beat.

“So…” they finally said, “is this the part where we turn off the lights and—”

“Just stop.”

Whumpee scoffed, “I beg your pardon?”

“Stop it. This act.”

Caretaker stood up and walked around the table. They didn’t tear their gaze from whumpee the entire time, and once they’d gotten close enough they placed one hand on the table, another on the back of Whumpee’s chair, and leaned close.

“You might be justified to think the others stupid, but you’re getting on my nerves now.”

“I… don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Lift up your shirt.”

“Jesus, at least take me to dinner—”

1. “You’re done. You hear me? You did enough.”

2. “Hey—stop. You don’t have to prove anything right now.”

3. “Breathe. Just… breathe, okay? That’s all you need to do.”

4. “You’re shaking. Sit down before you fall down.”

5. “Don’t make me hold you down just to make you rest.”

6. “You don’t have to keep fighting, kid. It’s over.”

7. “Look at me. You’re safe. That’s it—just stay here.”

8. “You’re allowed to fall apart now.”

9. “Hey, hero—nobody’s watching. You can stop pretending you’re fine.”

10. “I know you want to move. I’m telling you—don’t. Let your body calm down.”

11. “You’ve been through hell. Let it process, go slow.”

12. “If you stand up again, I swear I’ll knock you back down myself.” (half-joking, half-terrified)

13. “You don’t have to burn yourself out to prove you’re still alive.”

14. “You’re not weak. You’re wrecked. There’s a difference.”

15. “Just let me carry it for a minute, yeah?”

16. “I’ve got you. That’s not negotiable.”

17. “It’s over. You survived. Just breathe... That’s the only job left.”

18. “You’re bleeding through the tough act, sweetheart.”

19. “You don’t have to talk. Just stay breathe.”

“Hey, where is that puddle of… blood coming… from…”

“Wait, wait, give me… Give me a second, need to…”

“Huh? No, no, I’m good, I just… Need a second…”

“Oh, shit wait, I’m gonna—“

*wordless sound of a body dropping*

“I’m not feeling too well… Shit…”

“Wait, give me a sec, I’m seeing stars… Oh, shit—“

“No, go ahead, I’ll catch up in just a second…”

The transfer request ended up on Laswells desk. Price never signed it, insisting he could fix things, but you weren't above going around him. Especially not after everything that had happened.

Price felt like a right prick for the next few days. You moped and hardly ate a thing. Your friends tried to make you feeling better but you just looked like a defleated balloon. Unlike other young dragons who’d probably challenge him you just caved. You just looked miserable. But Price couldn’t tell you were so angry as well. So fucking angry. Despite the crying and your down mood, in training you were brutal. You burned off the anger in training, hissing and blowing smoke whenever you spared with Soap who always joked that you might really hurt someone with that temper.

While you were sparing with a younger crocodile hybrid he realized you were going to hard. Your instincts pushing you to prove your strength. You gave a low growl, inhaling deeply with smoke curling from your nose and mouth when it clicked. You were going to blast fire. He had to yank you off a crocodile hybrid and clamped your jaws shut before you could burn them to the a crisp. The croc left as soon as they could and you fought till they out of sight. Price dragged you to the infirmary while you just slumped like dead weight.

He hoisted you into a seat and began looking for disinfectant. “What the hell was that solider?” Price looked at you and you stared at floor. Your aggressive and cold demeanor faded, replaced with a tired looking soul. Price sighed and began disinfecting your cuts “I know it hurts, all the hormones and being so close to spring…” Price’s tone dropped lower to make you feel more comfortable. His eyes softened to be warmer as he made this attempt to hopefully have you move on and find a partner. “I know. You’re young, your hormones are going crazy it’ll be your first season yes?” You nodded looking up at him embarrassed. Price sighed “Yeah I get it. But Ghost is mine poppet. There’s plenty of hybrids on base. I’m sure any one of them would spend spring with you.” He was trying to be positive, but you still looked wilted.

You were extraordinarily loyal for. dragon who hadn’t even gotten past the first stage. He questioned if you were even fully dragon. Dragons weren’t this loyal for a non mate. Maybe part wolf or swan for whatever kind of shit was going on. “Poppet…what do love about Ghost?” Price asked the fated question. Sure it’d piss him off but he had to figure out how deep it went. You spilt your heart to him, you talked about Ghost’s build, his energy, his scent, his personality…As you spoke Price just kept feeling awful. You fell in love within two weeks, probably a mix of loneliness and hormones. Your wings did little excited flaps as you spoke about Ghost. Price snarled at you and you immediately lowered your head. “What about Soap or Gaz??? Or anyone else on base!? Ghost is my mate.” Price snapped at you causing you to shrink into yourself.

Whumpee has been working out in the field. They need to prepare the crops for an upcoming storm. Caretaker has to practically beg them to come inside and drink water at the end of the day. Despite their hesitation, Whumpee eventually follows Caretaker, upset with themselves for how little they’d accomplished since their field was a main food supply. 

Behind Enemy Lines Pt.4

CW: Torture, Canon-typical violence Summary: Ghost wakes up. and we learn more about your past. A/N: Part 4! Haven't written like, actual character interactions in a while but anyways here we are. I hope you enjoy because I wrote this instead of my 4 page essay that was due yesterday. Thanks to @haven247 for thier help with this chapter! Also please let me know of any spelling or continuity errors! 1.5k Words. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

"Lets move out." Elias shoulders his rifle, gesturing to the rest of the team to get a move on. You'd finally found the building you had spent the past week looking for, and gotten ahold of the intel you'd been tracking with relatively minor problems. Unfortunately, the exfil sight is a two day walk from here, and as the sun was already setting, it would probably be three more before you got back home.

Life had not been kind to you. Your family died when you were young, and your grandmother had turned you out in the streets, still holding on to the superstitions that shifters were of the devil. You were picked up by traffickers and carted around the world, and when they discovered what you were, turned over to the Russian ultranationalists. There, you were forced to stay shifted as a dog. For years, you were thrown into rings and forced to fight.

Its been over a decade since you've been human for longer than a few hours. The only time you slip out of form is when you're sleeping. Your poor little body is riddled with scars, ears torn, and tail cut off. You're lying in your cell, head on your paws, when gunshots start going off. You yelp as your door slams open, jumping up and cowering in the corner.

"Ah, its juist a dog." A man with a mowhawk crouches down, sticking his hand out, "Awright there pup?" He coos at you. You limp forward, sniffing his hand hesitantly. He sits patiently, letting you sniff and lick before petting your head. "Poor girl. Ye'r comin' wit' me."

You follow him onto a helicopter, hiding under the seat behind his legs.

"Fuckin' hell Johnny, ah dog?"

"Ay, look ait 'er! Isnae she cute?" They say other things, but you can't hear them over the roear of the blades and your exhaustion. Without thinking, you let your eyes slip shut, and you falls asleep.

"Oh fuck."

"Lt?"