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Hank(s) x Teasing Reader

☆You fuck with the Hank(s) for a min.

Warning(s) None!

Author Note(s) This was originally a request, but for some reason, I genuinely can't find it. So... here! Possibly the shortest thing I've ever wrote! Sorry to the person who requested 😭

꧁ ༺ ── ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ── ༻ ꧂

Idk what the vision is but there's a vision to be had.

This is another one of my fevered dream ideas

The base that they were infiltrating was quiet. The emergency lights were on and flickering. The air smelt of copper and rot, and the deeper the 141 went into this base, the more dead bodies appeared. Plenty of guards and scientists, ripped apart, blood splatters and entrails. It looked like hell on Earth.

"Captain" Johnny's voice came through on coms, "Didn' intel say this was a workin' science lab?"

Gaz had answered back, "Room four is clear, and yeah intel did say that."

"Looks like a right horror movie." Johnny whispered, "all of rooms thirteen through seventeen clear."

John was still stalking slowly through the second floor, where most of the carnage was. There was the sound of the pitter patter of feet and a light giggle that was childish in nature. It took John by surprise because it sounded like a child. He followed the sound and turned his comms down significantly. It was just his boys calling off the cleared sectors. He stopped outside of a door that was cracked open. Voices could be heard inside.

"Mommy, you gonna be okay?" A little girl's voice calls out.

There isn't an answer at first, but a low groan and the sound of a sharp yip of pain.

He takes a deep breath and uses his foot to gently nudge the door open so he can see better. He is in shock at what greets him. A young girl who looks no older than 5, a small toddler and a woman who is clearly in labor. All of them look worse for wear, the woman is covered in dried blood, but the children look clean.

The little girl turns around quickly at the sound of the door squeaking open. She stands protectively in front of her mom. "Are you here to help us?" She asks, her big brown eyes staring up at him.

"Room 202 on second floor has survivors, Simon call for a medic, Soap and Gaz secure the area fully dint let anyone who isn't medical onto the second floor." John doesn't wait his men to answer before he turns the comms down again. He lowers his gun and crouches low. He keeps his attention split between the children and the watchful eye of the mother.

She's trying to sit up despite being far into her labor. Her eyes haven't left him, and she's baring her teeth. Something looks off about her, uncanny, and it translates to her children. The little toddler is hiding behind her, and he only leans around her briefly. His eyes are brown, too, but his pupils are slits before turning normal. John thinks he hallucinating the change.

"I'm Captain John Price." He says calmly with what he hopes is a warm smile, "You're safe now."

The woman stares at him and breathes deep through he thinks is another contraction. She groans and leans back onto her elbows. A thin sheen of sweat covers her brown skin. There's a sparkle to her that he notices like it's embedded into her skin. It looks like iridescent scales. The woman groans again. John is keenly aware that he knows not the first thing about child birth, but he does know that nature is gonna happen regardless if medical gets here in time or not.

"I'm going to help you." He gets closer to her but is stunned when instead of a regular voice, he is met with the low chitters, and a language he knows doesn't sound natural. The woman doesn't flinch away from him and nods her acceptance of help.

He takes a deep breath and settles into the role of helping her through her labor as best as he can.