More Dagger angst 😋😋
Tw for murder, death, blood, depression 🤷🏻
Dagger sitting outside of his old base after a mission with his new team. Red soaked into his uniform, splatted across his face. It’s not his own.
The basterd that has killed Scotty, his sweet boy, lay dead, ribs snapped apart, chest open next to him.
He’s a monster. But he did it for his Scotty. It’s fine. Its fine. It’s fine. The basterd deserved it, but he knew it wouldn’t bring Scotty back. It wouldn’t fill the void in his chest.
He screams, cries, prays to whatever’s listening to forgive him for doing this. But he’s alone. Sat in blood.
He’s absolutely terrified when one of his team members find them, trying to explain what he’s done through tears.
One of his teammates, that isn’t disgusted by him, pulling him up and carrying the pathetic man back to the extraction point. Shushing him and trying to convince him that it’s okay, they understand, he isn’t a horrible person.
Once they’re back at base, a few trusted people help Dagger clean up, they can see that he’s completely shut down. He won’t talk, won’t eat without someone feeding him, he won’t snap out of it.
For days he has to be looked after, has to be taken to psych appointments where they make barely any progress.
It takes two weeks for him to start talking again, being responsive even if he’s still struggling to take care of himself.
I’ll probably write more on this later but ehhhh,, might use this as roleplay if someone’s open to it ngl…
