#military reader

You’re one of the few people who can actually match or even overpower Chrollo in a straight fight. Whether it’s elite military special forces training or high-ranking police tactical expertise, your skills, instincts, and combat ability keep him genuinely intrigued. He respects strength, and yours is the kind that makes him watch you with calculated fascination.

You’re not part of the Phantom Troupe. You have your own duty, your own chain of command, and your own moral code. That divide is constant tension you know he’s dangerous and morally evil, but you can’t bring yourself to turn him in. Not yet....

Chrollo has never underestimated you. He treats you as an equal (or a superior threat) from day one, which is rare for him. There’s a quiet thrill in knowing you could actually take him down if you ever fully committed to it.

He subtly uses you for information. Small questions about upcoming operations, security protocols, or movement of high-value targets slip into late-night conversations. He’s never obvious about it — just a soft “Tell me more about your day” while his fingers trace your shoulder.

You’re scared of him. You’ve seen glimpses of what he’s truly capable of, and it kind of terrifies you. There are nights you lie awake wondering if today is the day he decides you’re a liability. Chrollo notices this fear of course and if it ever starts to outweigh your love, he would likely disappear from your life without warning because a fearful asset is useless to him. After all, he knows that there is a huge possibility that you can overpower him in a fight.

Despite everything, your love for him is fierce and stubborn. It’s the main reason the relationship still stands. As long as you keep loving him, he keeps you close. Your feelings are his most effective leash.

He’s almost gentle with you in private. Soft touches, quiet book readings, and that velvet voice that makes you forget who he really is. But you both know it’s partially calculated keeping you emotionally attached serves his purposes.

Power dynamics are complicated. You can overpower him physically if you push hard enough, but he dominates the relationship in every other way. He’s always three steps ahead, reading you like one of his precious books.

There are moments you try to confront him about the things he’s done. He never raises his voice. He simply listens, then calmly reminds you how deep you’re already in and how much it would hurt you to lose him now.

He has contingencies if you ever decide to act against him. You’ve caught hints of it files on your unit, backup plans, escape routes... He doesn’t hide that he’s prepared. It’s his way of saying “You can be replaced, if your usefulness declines.”

The relationship is strong only because of how much you love him. He knows this. He exploits it. And you let him because the alternative is living without the man who makes your heart race even while he terrifies you.

In the end, Chrollo sees you as the perfect balance: a powerful woman who could destroy him, but chooses to love him instead. He’ll keep you for as long as that love benefits him… and perhaps, in his own cold way, because he’s grown attached too.

And they were holding strong. You knew they were. Because you'd be dead if they told these people who you were.

That's at least what you suspected. Because why else would they be asking for your name over and over again?

Your cell was a metal storage unit. One of those long containers ferried on ships with added chains to keep you securely in place. Arms over your head, your fists cuffed at odd angles and your feet barely touching the cold ground- you swung lazily back in forth. Twitching whenever you heard one of your boys cry out…

Hold on… You wanted to tell them. Hold on just a little longer and I'll get you all out of here.

But you never had a chance to promise them this. Your captors tortured them outside your container but never dragged their unconscious bodies in for you to see. They only gloated about it.

Waving their busted knuckles in your face, forcing you to look at the blood that caked their fists. Spitting insults and smirking about how the youngest recruit couldn't see the punches coming because his eyes were swollen shut.

They must like how you looked dangling, helpless, but so full of rage your eyes promised silent vengence.

You couldn't do anything to help them…your team…your boys…they were just out of reach…

Rain fell heavily beyond the metal cell. So thunderous were these fat drops that you could barely hear your own thoughts. A chill began to creep into your skin, giving you some respite against the ache that burned through your limbs.

Hours would pass like this. Days, even. You weren't sure how long you've been hanging in this dark prison.

Between being unconscious, hunger and the pain; your reality was beginning to warp together into blurred images of fractured faces.

The door to your cell opened. Spilling bright white light into the dark container from a man's torch strapped to his head. He blinded you, making you wince, as he said something- but you couldn't hear him over the storm.

Water pooled in behind him as the wind howled outside. It was freezing! You almost growled at the man to shut the damn door.

"Hungry, bitch?" The man's voice was barely audible over the rain now he was closer. He placed something at your feet.. a plate of porridge..still steaming with heat straight out of the pot. "Tell me your name and I'll let you eat."

It was the same tactic everytime. They would offer you something- food, clothes, a break from the pain but would ask for your name in return.

And everytime you said nothing.

You were pretty sure you haven't said a word since you were captured. Other than one order to your team as you were dragged to the ground- "Don't tell them anything!"

And even here, even when your stomach clenched painfully and your mouth tried to salivate with the smell of sweet porridge, your lips stayed sealed.

The torch jolstled as the man laughed. "Suit yourself. But I ain't feeding ya. Maybe a few minutes of-"

There was a crack of bone and the blinding light snapped to the left. The man crumbled to the ground with a heavy thud, spilling the bowl's contents over your feet, and in his place was Levi. One of your boys.

He nearly tripped over the body. Gasping and cursing as he stumbled, holding his side.

"Hang on, Captain. Have to find the damn keys." Levi's voice sounded rough and he moved with a limp, bending over with a soft grunt as he patted down the dead man's sides.

You could have fainted with relief if the situation wasn't so dire. "The others?" Your own voice sounded foriegn to your ears. As rough as sandpaper.

"Andy and Riley are outside." Levi explained, finding the keys he shuffled over to your hanging form and reached up to uncuff your bleeding wrists. He winced as he stretched. And this close, you could smell the blood, bile and piss on him.

His entire face was swollen and bruised. You spotted missing teeth when he continued talking. "Sammy is trying to find a radio and Tye…he can't see…"

"Where is he?" You asked, grunting as your arms fell to your sides. Your knees buckled and you fell to the floor with a crash of leadened limbs and bloodied skin.

"He told us to leave him-"

"Where. Is. He?" You spat through your teeth, clenching against the pain as you forced your legs to carry you. Snatching up the dead man's weapon as you practically crawled over him.

Levi aided where he could. But he wasn't in any state to help you. His own wounds were blatant in the way he walked, barely able to hold himself upright- there was no chance he could carry your wieght as well.

"Across camp, to the south by the barracks." Levi told you. Pointing towards a series of buildings that was lit up by the lights circling the camp. The rain made everything sparkle but foggy, as if you were looking through a misted window towards a city. "They tied us up against the fence. Riley got loose. Came looking for you before bouncing."

You ducked behind a vehicle parked just outside your container. You spotted Andy across the way, hidden amongst the shadows of a large canvas tent. Only visible to you when he shifted to catch your attention. You nodded towards him. Then turned to Levi, twitching when Riley materilized out of the rain. Sliding underneath Levi's arm to support him.

"Do you have a rendevous point with Sam?" You asked and Riley nodded.

"West side of the camp. Once he's found a radio or called for aid, he'll meet us there."

"Get yourselves over here and if you have an opening to go, take it." You said and handed Riley the gun. He looked confused and you saw the arguement in his eyes. "You're my responsibility. Including Tye. You focus on getting everyone out. I'll make sure Tye meets up with you."

Out of your boys, Riley had stepped up more than once to take control of a situation. He was smart; probably too smart for his own good, but he was always the first to take on the role others shied away from.

He stepped up. Just as you knew he would in this moment.

Riley looked at the gun, to you and then to Levi and nodded. "See you soon, Captain." Was his farewell before hauling Levi out of cover. Andy followed suit. Passing close enough to touch your shoulder before hurrying after Riley.

The three of them disappeared into the rain and you forced your body to move. The camp was empty. The residents were hiding inside out of the rain. Leaving the muddy grounds open for you to trek across camp entirely unseen.

There were no watch-towers. No guards patrolling. A big mistake on these fuckers part. But quite fortunate for you.

Because you managed to find the posts your boys were tied up to quickly. Water mixed with blood in shallow puddles and the cut ropes from your teams capture were left laying in the rain.

Tye, however, was nowhere to be seen.

You used the ground to track him. Amongst the mess of boot-prints and deep tracks from cars, you found a fresh trail of deep grooves in the wet dirt.

Someone being dragged, kicking and flailing, by three people.

You followed it into a small shed just a small ways from where your boys had been tied up.

And you heard the commotion before you even opened the door. Even with the rain and distant thunder; the sound of fists striking flesh, threats and demands made on laughing voices; told you exactly what was happening before you even opened the door.

Three men had Tye in a chair. Unbound but his arms grappled behind his back by the third man. The other two were taking turns punching Tye's stomach. Forcing his head back so they could strike him across the face with their knuckles.

The poor kid's face was swollen to the point of bursting. His eyes were closed, bloodied and dappled with color. His clothes were torn and you spotted angry red welts across his exposed chest… the rage from before burned through you and the man holding back Tye's arms, looked up to see a blur of fury charging into his comrade.

The first man you tackled died with his own knife buried into his throat. The second lunged for a weapon but you kicked his legs out from under him, your boot then coming down on the back of his head- knockng him out cold.

The third tried using Tye as a shield, but when your boy sensed the oppotunity, he threw back his head and cracked his scalp against his captor's nose. It gave him enough leverage to tear away from the man and allow you to throw the fucker against a wall.

You slammed his head three times against the bricks and he crumbled like a sack of potatoes.

"C-Captain?" It broke your heart to hear such a happy kid sound so scared. He could barely stand.

"Let's get you out of here." You replied in a soft tone, letting his hands find yours as he reached out for you. Blind to the room, you threw his arm over your shoulders and guided him out of the building.

"The others-"

"They're on their way out. Surely, you didn't think I was going to leave you behind." You assured him, pulling his wieght onto you, despite your own body wanting to fall face first into the cool mud. "I got you."

Your words seemed to break the last of his resolve. He all but collasped against you, mumbling incoherent words until you hushed him. The two of you stumbled through the rain, keeping to the shadows as much as you could. The storm was getting worse.

The wind howled like a beast. Clawing at the pair of you with enough force to almost topple you both over.

Almost there… You told yourself. The west side fence had a hole in it. Cut recently, you imagined, by your boys and their rush for freedom. You didn't spy anyone waiting around…until Riley stepped out of the shadows like the damn wraith he was, and took Tye from you.

"Sammy phoned home." Riley hurried said, easing Tye through the fence first. "But we need to leave. He had to shoot a few to get back to us. It won't be long until they're found."

You nodded, letting your boys crawl to freedom first before following. You took Tye's other side and together with Riley, dragged him out of the mud and into the forest beyond the camp.

You got maybe a few feet into the trees before a sirens split the night open and suddenly the camp behind you flared to life.

A glance over your shoulder allowed you a glimpse of many bodies rushing for vehicles, sprinting through the camp until someone spotted the fence and began following.

You took the weapon from Riley and shoved your boys up a slope. "Go! Keep running and do not look back!"

"Captain!" Your boys shouted after you. But you were already running, sprinting until you found the first man that wasn't your team and fired. The body fell with a hole through his skull and the shot boomed through the storm. Your pursurers dove to the ground, shouts of warning filled the forest before returning fire forced you to duck behind cover.

Using the thick trunks to shield you from a hail of bullets, you ran into the storm and away from your boys.

You didn't stop until you ran out of bullets. A trail of corpses followed you until you no longer heard the enemy shouts.

You weren't even sure how long you've been running. Your legs ached and your lungs never had enough air. It was a miracle you haven't been caught already.

The first rays of sunlight trickled through the clouds. When did it stop raining? You don't remember the dark storm dispersing.

At least they're not shooting at me anymore.

You stumbled to a stop. Tripping over a tree root, you collasped against a sturdy trunk and leaned against it. Your breathes came out in heavy wheezes. Your sight faded in and out of focus.

"Don't you dare faint." You growled at yourself. "You cannot run all this way just to faint right now."

Your little pep-talk was interrupted by voices echoing through the fog. They sounded distant but with each whispered word, you made out they were closing in.

Pushing off your tree, you kept running. More or less, moving as quickly as your body allowed through an endless sea of grey cloud and dark trees. Until you stumbled onto the porch of a house. Long since abandoned by its owners, with decaying wooden walls and broken glass windows; but it would do.

You climbed the stairs to the second floor and closed the door to a room that would have once been the master bedroom.

The furniture was gone. The harsh smell of mold and mildew hung in the air as you eased your numb body into a sitting position against the wall. Facing the door.

You would at least meet them face first if your pursuors stumbled over this place like you did. You didn't have a weapon…and you barely had the strength to keep your eyes open… yeah… whoever came through that door would have the easiest kill of their life for sure…

You didn't dare let your eyes close. But listened for the approaching footsteps. Even with the wind and soft patter of rain on the ruined roof, you heard them approaching.

You picked up on five distinct voices. Chattering to someone on a radio.

"Found a building…they might have taken shelter…"

"Remember, this fucker is dangerous. Don't let them get close. We don't know if they're armed."

You at least had that in your favor.

The creaking wood of the front porch announced their arrival. Their entry was silent. You dragged yourself to your feet, wincing when the floor groaned underneath you…fuck…

That was it.

The soft press of boots approached your door. The aduible click of a gun being cocked had your heart racing. You raised your hands and inched closer to the door. If you could just grab one of them…. Maybe you had a chance...

Something bounced on the floor-boards. Rolling towards your door.

"Grenade!" A soldier screamed and suddenly the hallway beyond your sanctuary exploded. You jumped away from the wall as cracks formed through the plaster and pieces of metal splintered through the wood.

Gunfire rattled the house. Bodies hit the ground and within seconds of chaos erupting, it ended. Silence, swallowed by light pattering of rain, followed.

Three heart-beats later, a quiet, near inaudble voice called your name and you nearly sank back to the ground again.

"Konig, I'm alive."

The door swung open immedately and a titan of a man rushed into the room. He was drenched in water. His cowl clung to his face like a second skin, framing a gaze that was so full of rage you bristled beneath it's heat.

You swayed, the last of your energy slipped through your grasp as you forced your cracked lips to smile. "Now how did you get from-"

"You've been gone for a week." Was his response, crossing the room in two long strides to steady you. The fire in his eyes sputtered out when you grunted at his touch. His fingers, as gentle as a man his size could, could not land without touching some bruised part of you.

His breathing quickened, this close you could hear his teeth grinding together. "How bad?"

It was somewhat charming to hear his usually calm demeanor sharpen at the edges. The way his eyes bounced between injury to blood stain to bruise, you could tell the state of you was adding fuel to an already mountainous pyre.

"I think I'm about to pass out." You admitted. Knowing better than to lie to him. Somehow, he just knew when you were trying to hide something. "The boys-"

"Already evac'ed out." Konig grunted and you allowed him to move up beside you. "They had to be wrestled onto the heli. Wanted to join the search to look for you."

Stooping down, Konig uttered a soft apology before sweeping your legs out from under you. You barely had time to resist! The sudden dip and lift had your ribs grinding together and you slammed your lips closed to stop yourself from screaming.

Gritting your teeth, you gave into the mortifying situation. "If you utter a single syllable about this to anyone…"

There was no chuckle or twinkling reply in his eyes. His hands held you as if you were made of glass; his fingers splayed carefully across your sides and taking each step as if you'd shatter from the tiniest jostle.

You concentrated on staying awake. Breathing in as much as your ribs would allow to keep your sight from dipping into darkness.

"Last I heard..you were..across the ocean.." Each word hurt, making you gasp as Konig carried you down the stairs and into the room that could have been the lounge-room once.

Using the tip of his boot, he dragged a wooden box away from the wall and placed you down ontop of it.

"A little bird told me you went MIA during a field test with your new team." Konig explained. He knelt down beside you, resting one knee on the ground to balance himself as he ruffled through his many pockets.

The vest had numerous knives and ammuntions. His belt held a few holsters but he clicked open a small pouch by his hip, producing a roll of clean bandages.

You would never admit it, but the way Konig seemed to freeze as he checked each injury, his gloved fingers ghosting over welts and open cuts; it was endearing…in a morbid sort of way.

"They wanted me alive." You explained, lifting the left side of you ruined shirt to display a slash that was swollen and angry. "Wanted my name for some reason. That's all they kept asking."

Konig was no medic but at least his touch was gentle. He moved slowly, letting you lean against his broad shoulder as he wrapped what he could.

You had to keep talking or unconsciousness was going to take you. "How'd you find me?"

"Followed the bodies." He replied. His voice felt like thunder through your skin. "Then when they ran out, I made my own path. Those upstairs were the last ones."

"How badly hurt were the boys?" You asked.

"Don't know. I didn't stick around long enough to ask." He admitted. You rested your cheek against his shirt. He smelled like rain and old clothes. "They said you ran east. So I went east."

His fingers brushed against your side and you hissed, squeezing your eyes shut against the flash of white hot pain.

Konig's apology whispered through his cowl.

When he was done, you tried to move away to let him stand but Konig settled an arm around your shoulders. Tenderly forcing you to rest against him.

"Don't need you falling to the floor." He said. But there was no humor behind his tone, just ice.

You mumbled something, but even to you it was incoherent. Licking your lips, you forced your next words to be heard.

"Wake me if there's trouble."

The massive form of muscle shifted beneath you as your eyes finally closed. And you felt his cowl brush against the side of your head as he sighed against your shoulder.

Reader bleeding out in the back of the ambulance: "But I want it!" Paramedics: *driving past McDonalds* "I said no!"

Soap: "I hate your giraffe looking, Shrek jumbo size, t-rex, palm tree looking musty ass." König: "Need a stool? I couldn't hear you all the way down there."

Alejandro: "A human heart costs around 1 million dollars but I gave you mine for free." Rudy: ... Rudy: Why do you know how much a human heart costs?

Captain Reader: So what do you have to say to a Rookie when he messes up?" Ghost annoyed: "You're unable to work here again." Soap: "You're fired." Gaz: "You're promoted to a customer." Captain Reader: "...I quit."

Price: "My kink is when people actually care about my feelings and what I have to say." Ghost: "Unrealistic, stick to bondage like the rest of us."

Soap, doodling in his sketchbook: "I wanna do Ghost." Gaz: "Like draw him...?" Soap sweating: "Oh yeah ... I can draw him too." TF 141: ... Ghost: ... Ghost: "Wait what?!"

Gaz: "Dinner's ready!" *Reader walking in to see Gaz sitting seductively on the table* Reader: ... Reader: But it's lasagna night...

Reader: "I was thinking an autumn wedding... not too cold not too hot, you know?" Price: " We aren't engaged!?" Reader: ... Reader: "So THAT'S what I forgot to do yesterday!"

Thunder cracks in the distance as you step out of the hummer with Soap, Ghost, Alejandro, and Rudy. It's dusk, and the air is starting to get heavy with moisture as the thunderstorm in the mountains grows near.

"Is that Graves' guys posted up at the gate?" You nudge Ghost when you spot the armed guards standing at the gate leading into the base.

Alejandro and Rudy share a look before Alejandro steps forward toward the gate. You hang back with Soap and Ghost while the Colonel searches for answers as to why a bunch of hired guns are guarding his base.

"What's Graves doing?" You ask Ghost as you watch Alejandro get up in his face.

"I don't know." Ghost replies in a gruff and cautious tone. "But I've got a bad feeling." He adds.

You nod in agreement, your dominant hand hovering over the pistol holstered at your thigh. Alejandro and Graves continue to but heads until all hell breaks loose. Alejandro gets taken down swiftly by one of Graves' men. Shots begjn whizzing through the air and Ghost grabs your arm to pull you behind cover.

"It doesn't have to go down like this, Ghost!" Graves shouts from his spot in front of the base gate.

"We need to get out of here." You crouch down next to Ghost with urgency.

Ghost nods in agreement and begins coming up with an escape plan. Graves' men begin to fan out and come towards the group. You and Ghost make a break for it but one of Graves' men manages to clip you with a shot to the shoulder. A searing hot pain shoots up through your shoulder and you crumble into the dirt.

Ghost stops and turns around to pull you up, but you wave him off with the hand that isn't clutching at your shoulder.

"No! Ghost, go! Get out of here!" You shout at your commander, the sound of Graves's men closing in growing louder in your ears by the second.

Ghost nods in understanding and takes off before your enemies descend upon you. One of them trains his gun on you while the other one grabs you by the injured shoulder and hauls you up to your feet.

"Ah!" You yelp in pain from the contact to your bullet wound.

Graves' men drag you back toward the gate and right up to their commander. Graves cracks a smug grin as you are dumped into the dirt at his feet.

"Well well well, if it isn't the infamous Spectre of the 141." Graves leans down and grabs your chin harshly in his hand.

You glare up at him as Graves holds your chin in his calloused hand. You grit your teeth as he smiles down at you with a sinister look in his eye.

"Boy who'd of thought that such a pretty thing like you could have all that rage and violence locked up inside." Graves chuckles at you. "You know? I'm glad it was you that my boys managed to catch first. Means that I get to have a little fun before work." He grins and signals for his men to take you away.

"You won't get away with this, Graves!" You kick and shout as you're dragged away and into one of the buildings on base.

You get tossed into a small barren room harshly. Your knees scrape against the floor, head hitting the corner of the doorframe as you get tossed down to the floor. The door slams shut and you hear a click followed by the sound of heavy boots walking away from the door.

You suck in a breath and manuever yourself into a sitting posistion on the cold floor. Graves' boys secured your hands behind your back with zipties after they got you inside the builging, so your movement is severly limited.

"Fuck." You groan to yourself as you take a few deep breaths to calm yourself down.

You glance at your shoulder where you got shot. Blood has completely soaked through your shirt and beginning to dry into the fabric. The tendons in your shoulders burn with every little movement, making you wince in pain.

You scoot yourself over to the far corner of the room and lean against it. Graves's men pulled the zipties around your wrists pretty damn tight. But if you can somehow dislocate your thumb on one of your hand. Then you think that you can manage to slip your restraints.

You keep your back almost against the far corner of the room as you work to dislocate your thumb. While you work you keep your eyes fixed on the door on the other side of the room. You can hear footsteps and muffled voices on the other side of the door. Graves' men no doubt. But if you can pull this off then you'll be ready for them next time they come through that door.

"Come on. Come on!" You mumble to yourself as you work. "Fuck! Yes, that should do it." You wince quietly when your thumb grinds against bone and eventually clicks out of place.

Your hand aches now as well as your shoulder. But now there is just enough leverage for you to dig your hand free from your restraints. The zipties dig into your skin, scraping away at the first layer of your dermis as you go. But you've got to get free.

After some effort, your left hand finally manages to slip free. You breath a sigh of releif as you move your arms back into their normal posistion. Your wrists are rubbed raw and bleeding at this point. But you're free.

"Okay. Stay calm, YN." You calm yourself down now that you're free.

You tear a strip off the bottom of your shirt and wrap it around your shoulder into a makeshift sling. The sling takes some of the pressure off your shoulder and you allow yourself a little bit of time to rest and recover. You think about Soap and Ghost while you rest. Surely the two of them managed to get away and are coming up with a plan to come rescue you and Alejandro right now.

The heavy sound of footsteps approaching the door switches you out of relaxing mode. You quickly pull your arm out of the sling and wrench your hands behind your back again. If your captor doesnt know that you've free'd yourself. Then you've got the element of surprise.

The door creaks open and Graves steps into the room. He closes the door behind him and grin at you. "Well, aren't you a sigh for sore eyes, sweetheart? All hunched up in the corner, cowering in fear like a meek little bunny." He chuckles to himself and approaches you.

You watch Graves come towards you. You could spring on him right now and take him down. But you know that it's better if you wait until he's closer and more off guard to strike.

"Fuck you!" You growl at Graves with fire in your eyes and venom in your tone.

Graves comes to a stop a few feet in front of you. He smiles at you before gesturing for you to get up.

"Come on! Let's see it." Graves prompts you. "I'm not stupid, sweetheart. I know that you've found a way out of those retraints by now." He insists.

You grit your teeth and begruginly move your arms back in front of you. It'll be no use in trying to attack him now.

"Atta girl." Graves muses and reaches behind him. He pulls his arm back out in front of him with a bottle of water in hand and offers it to you. "Go on. Take it."

You scoff and turn your nose up at the offer. "I don't want shit from you, traitor." You spit at him.

"Suit yourself, sweetheart." Graves shrugs and pops the cap off of the bottle.

You watch Graves place the bottle to his lips and take a large swig of water from it. You become acutely aware of just how dry your mouth and throat are as you watch little droplets of precious water drio out of Graves' mouth and dribble down his chin.

"Ah!" Graves smirks and screws the cap back onto the now half-empty bottle. "Refreshing." He taunts you.

"If you're going to kill me, can you get it over with already?" You stare up at Graves with disdain written plainly on your face.

Graves laughs and crouches down to your level. "Kill you?" He scoffs. "Now why would I go and do something as stupid as that?" He asks you. "Shepard gave me a look at your file, you know?"

"General Shepard?" Your head snaps up to meet his gaze.

"Mhm." Graves grins. "You are quite the soldier. Long list of skills that could be useful for a man in my business." He adds. "And all wrapped up in an enticing package too."

You reel back as Graves reaches a hand out to caress your face. You breifly think about biting down on his hand as hard as you can. But you know that he'd just overpower you if you did.

"Come on, sargent." Graves coos at you. "Think about all the trouble we could get into if you teamed up with me, huh?" He paints a picture for you. "Think about all the fun we could have. All the money that we could make." Graves drones on.

"I'd rather die than ever work for a scumbag mercanary like you." You growl and turn your head away from him.

Graves doesn't seem to falter any at your harsh words. He steps forward again, backing you further into the corner. Both of you are standing up now. But Graves is at least half a foot taller than you are. He watches you with intense eyes as you try your best to turn away from him.

"Oh, don't be so dramatic, YN." Graves scoffs. "Don't think that I haven't noticed the way you've been looking at me these past few days." He reaches forward and tucks a stray hair behind your ear. "Hmm? All those stolen glances at breifings? Or that cute little smile being directed at me when your meathead 141 buddies aren't looking?" He teases you.

You turn your head in shame, knowing that everything Graves is saying is true. Graves chuckles and grabs your shoulder where you got shot. You gasp in pain and turn to look at Graves again.

"Let me go!" You huff a breath out at Graves and try to pull away from him.

Graves doesn't budge, and instead steps closer to you. His body traps you between himself and the wall and you can smell the mint on his breath as well as the cologne he wears wafting off of him.

"Come on sweetheart, just give in." Graves leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers in a husky tone to you.

Your breath hitches in your throat and you freeze in place. It's like your brain is short circuiting right now. All those dirty thoughts that popped into your head 24 hours ago when Graves first introduced himself come flooding back all at once. All those thoughts about how handsome Graves looks in his tactical gear. About how that damned Southern American accent ignited something inside of you when he introduced himself to the group.

Everything.

You could cut the tension in the room with a simple wave of the hand.

That tension is broken when a rapid knock sounds at the door. Graves step away from you with an annoyed grimace at being interupted. He backs up towards the door and offers you a wink and charming grin. "This conversation aint over sweetheart. I'll be right back." Graves assurs you before slipping out of the room.

Your heart thumps against your chest like it's due to burst at any moment. Your gaze stays transfixed on the door and you can hear Graves scolding whichever of his lackies dared interupt him just now.

Silence falls over the room again and you slide down the wall and back down to the floor.

"Oh fuck." You murmur to yourself, head in your hands as you try and regain your composure.

Somewhere outside, sirens start to blare throughout the compound as Ghost, Soap, and Rudy rally to take the base back. The trio locate where you and Alejandro are being held and begin their retrieval plan.

You are still sitting in the corner when the door swings open with force. You look up from your lap expecting to see Graves saunter in again but find Soap instead.

"YN!" Soap crosses the room in barely two strides.

"Soap!" You let out a shakey reply.

Soap leans down in front of you and helps you to your feet. He sets a hand on your shoulder and allows you a few seconds to calm yourself down.

"Are you alright? Did Graves do something to you?" Soap asks you.

"I'm okay, MacTavish." You shake your head and compose yourself. "Have you guys found Alejandro?" You ask him.

Soap nods, trusting that you wouldn't lie to him since the two of you have always been close. "Ghost and Rudy are getting him right now. Are you ready to go?" He asks, offering you a gun from the back of his vest.

"I'm good." You take the gun with a nod and prepare yourself for the fight to come.

A part of you wonders where Graves is at right now. You wonder if he's thinking about you at all. As delusional as that sounds.

Because it does sound delusional, right?

He's the enemy now.

Right?

You met Fiona when you were in boot camp she was still with Steve/Jimmy. She was working at some bar in some short skirt and a skimpy top. Not that you didn't hate the sight. You hated the men who looked at her as if she was a piece of ass that they can hit an quit the next day. Not to sound creepy, but you always visited on her shift, made sure to get seated in her section, and left a big tip. As much as you could afford at least. You weren't that well off. She started talking to you after you got kicked out of the place. A group of guys were catcalling her and even  though you wanted to step in you knew she could take care of herself. That was until they touched her. Slipped dollar bills into her pants and stroked her stomach and thighs. She was obviously uncomfortable but couldn't do anything without losing her job. You ended up breaking that mans finger and another mans' nose. After that all of you were tossed out but those guys didn't walk away with out a fight. Despite being a woman you held your own against the four for a bit. What you didn't take for account was the amount of rings one of the guys had on. They beat you to a pulp and left you by a dumpster.

When you come to your senses you saw her beautiful brown eyes and you smiled. "Hey... Hey!" You finally hear her. "Hey... Beautiful..." You say in a haze. "What you did was really stupid.... You okay?" She asks holding out her hand. You nod and grab it as she hoists you up. "As good as I'll ever be-" You are cut off by bile rising to your throat and quickly turn away into a garbage bag and throw up. "Jesus!" She exclaims as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. "You are really fucking stupid you know that?!" She says grabbing your chin and looking into your eyes. "You got a hell of a concussion..." You just smile and gently move her hand away. "It was worth it..." She rolls her eyes. "You got a place?" She asks and you chuckle. "Trying to take me home?" You ask and she sighs as well. "I don't swing that way." She says and you nod lifting your hands in surrender. "Sorry I didn't mean to over s-ste-" You turn around and barf into the trashcan again. "J-Jesus this was not how I wanted to meet you..." You say solemnly. "You wanted to meet me?" She asks shocked. You nod "Uh huh... I have been sitting in your section a-" "And giving me big tips. Yeah thanks for that. You tryin' to butter me up?" She sounds angry and you sigh. "Look I'm sorry... I didn't know how to talk to you. You're a pretty girl an- Jesus No one knows I'm gay... But I wanted to shoot my shot..." She sighs and nods. "You have anyone waiting at home for you?" She asks and you shake your head. "Uh no... I live alone... Kind of..." You mumble and she looks at you confused. "Look it's fine I will leave you alone... I didn't mean to cause trouble... I just know how it is like to be objectified and I couldn't stand by and  let it happen to you." You say and begin to stumble away when she catches your wrist. "Look... I can't have it on my conscience that someone died defending my honor. Which you will never do again I might add!" She says in a scolding tone. She ended up taking you to her house that night. She stayed up to make sure you didn't fall asleep again, held your hair when you were throwing up, and listened to your nervous rambling. From then on you had a friendship that blossomed into something more. When she found out that you were to be shipped off in a few months she was heart broken but she pushed through for a while. Sent care packages when she could, sent letters, sometimes nudes which you enjoyed sometimes, but you always told her that you loved her. In every letter, package, hell you would spell it out on your tits when you had the time to send a polaroid. Through her letters she said it would always make her laugh. That was until your third tour. You guys got into a big argument.  

"Your fucking leaving?! You just got back a month ago!" Fiona exclaims. "Fiona you know how this works baby... I didn't know until today and It took me a lot to get this much time with you already. Let's ju-" "No! You can't just come here and let us get use to you and take off again!" "Fiona she c-" "Zip it Ian!" You sigh. "Baby I know you are tired of this long distance thing but if you can just wait a little lon-" "No! I am done waiting! I am tired of waiting!" You walk up to her and cup her shoulders. "Fi please... Let's not spend the last two nights together angry we can ju-" "No! I am not going to wait around for you to get yourself killed! You should-" "I didn't have a choice Fiona!" You exclaim. "I didn't have a choice! I was in a shitty situation and I needed an out!" Fiona lets out a sarcastic laugh. "Oh we all are in shitty situations and w-" "This was all I could get! If I knew I was going to meet you I wouldn't have joined in the first place!" You say as tears start streaming down your face. "I love you so much Fiona Gallagher. Please... Just wait for me..." "No I am done waiting! The last time I waited for someone they never came back!" You cup her face and look at her in the eyes. "I am not Steve... It hurts that you think I am..." You lean into kiss her but she pushes you away. "Just leave..." She says quietly. "Fi..." "Just get out! I am done! I can't take this bullshit any longer!" She says and walks into the kitchen. "Fi I can't do that! I live here and I love the family we have!" You say following her into the kitchen. "I do-" "Just leave! We don't want you here! We don't need you...." Your heart feels like it stops. "If you want me to go I will but please Fiona... I love you..." Fiona turns around and stays silent. "Please just say it back... Say it back to me please..." You say with a sniffle but she stays silent. You know she is just angry and she will come to her senses soon but it doesn't make it hurt less. You turn around and walk up the stairs. You hear a couple pairs of foot steps behind you as you exit Fiona's room with your stuff. "Are you really leaving?" Debbie asks and you let out a quivering sigh and nod. "Yeah my loves I'm leaving... But I promise I will be back as soon as I can." You say and Debbie runs into you with a hug followed by Carl who you can see now. You kiss the top of their heads and give them a tearful smile. You hear two more pairs and look up to see Ian and Lip. "I know you both are pissed at me... They cut my leave short... I didn't expect it..." You say as you walk toward them and open your arms. Ian immediately hugs you "She is just angry she will snap out of it." He says as he pulls away. Lip walks up and gives you a side hug and nods in agreement. You kissed all their foreheads including Liam's before heading down stairs. "Baby?" You call out but it is left unanswered. "I love you Fi..." You say and wait a few seconds. When there is no response you sigh and walk out the door.

"(Y/N) What are you doing here? When did you get back?" Kevin asks shocked and almost excited. "And Je- What the fuck happened to you!" He says gesturing to your left arm or lack there of. You have tears in your eyes as you look at him. "Missed you Kev..." You say with a sniffle. Kevin knocks on the bar before saying "Alright dipshits! I'm closing early!" There was a sound of groans and they all left after about five minutes. Kevin locks the door from the inside and immediately comes to sit next to you. "What happened? When did you get back?" You hug him as tight as you can and let out a small sob. Kevin gently surrounds you in a brotherly embrace. "I missed you all s-so much!" You cry. "Have you called Fi-" "No." "What why?" You pull away and sniff again. "She doesn't want anything to do with me..." Kevin looks at you as if you shot his dog. "You know that isn't true right?" He asks and you shake your head. "It is... You know about our argument before I left... I get letters from Debbie and she says Steve is back..." Kevin's face drops. You know that he knows but you aren't mad at him for it. "Does anyone know you are home?" He asks and you shake your head. "I came here first... You are the only person who knows and it is going to stay that way." You say sternly. "(Y/-" "I need a favor." Kevin stands up waving his hands. "Woah, woah, woah!" He says and paces for a second. "At least tell me what happened that caused that..." He says gesturing to your missing arm. You chuckle before removing your hat to show that you also have an ear missing. "Jesus fuck (Y/N)!" He exclaims. "I uh... I attempted to throw back an explosive..." Kevin's face seems to grow even more shocked by the second. "Wh-" "My whole squad were in a fucked position... I had to do something and this was the aftermath..." Kevin takes a breath and sits next to you again. "It was always you who would play the hero..." Kevin says with a small laugh. "What is the favor?" He asks sadly. "And why does it seem like I am never going to see you again?" You sigh and wipe your eyes before setting down your duffle bag and rifling through it. You take out an envelope that hasn't been sealed so he can look at it and set it on the bar. He pauses for a moment but then picks it up to look at it. "A check?" He asks.

You nod. "Yeah... My compensation... I placed you as the home address. I would have done Fi's but I wasn't sure if Frank was still around." You say as you place your hand in your lap gripping your pants leg. "I did the math and both you and V are included. It's not much but it can pay bills, Help the kids get better clothes, and may-" "You can't give us this!" Kevin exclaims. "What about you? Where is your cut?" He asks and you shake your head. "I don't need it." "Like hell you don't need it have you looked at yourself!" He says his voice rising. "I'll be fine! I ca-" "What about medicine? O-Or clothes! Painkillers! You must be hurting!" He says shoving the check toward you but you shove it back. "I'm fine! Kevin Ple-" "No Yo-" "KEVIN LISTEN TO ME!" You scream and this shuts him up. "You are going to take this money, buy clothes, food, hell even Christmas presents for that household!" "We don't ne-" "I know you don't but I want to! Please just do this for me!" You plead.  Kevin pauses. "Why? Why give this to us?" You sigh and look away. "I'm going to end up dead in a ditch anyway so why take the money with me?" You say before standing up and walking behind the bar. "Which is why we need to help you!" Kevin says. "I am not going to be some other burden for all of you to carry!" You shout. "You aren't a burden... There are people who love you!" He says standing up and going behind the bar helping you open a beer. "I don't want help." You say blinking back tears. "I'm sure Fi-" "She has Steve and his money... I just want to do this last thing for her and that family..." A few tears slip down your cheeks as you take a swig. "I love her. I love Fiona and the kids! I love both you and Veronica!" You say turning toward him. "I just want to do one last thing and then I will be happy." You say setting down the beer and wiping your eyes before picking it back up again and taking a sip. "Then at least come with me. You can give it to them yourself!" He says trying to convince you to stay. "I am not going to ruin their dynamic... They have Steve to take care of them... They don't need me messing it all up..." You say. "She would drop Steve the minute she saw you..." Kevin says and you shake your head. "No... I wouldn't want her to. She deserves better then me. Better then him... But he makes her happy and I am not going to stand in the way of that... I am not going to be a burden..." You say chugging the rest of your drink and tossing it in the trash behind the bar. You scoot by him and grab your hat. "Don't tell anyone about it. Say you made extra cash at the bar or something." You say as you put it on and lean down with a grunt to grab your duffle. "Are you really doing this?" Kevin asks defeated and you nod. "I love you all..." You say and quickly duck out of the establishment.

Debbie is in her room looking through the letters she recently received. They weren't from you as they usually were they were from some military officer. It had a first class stamp on it and everything. It was well into the night but she needed to understand what this is. Everyone other then Fiona knew that they still got letters. Before you left on your third tour you and Fiona had a bad fight and for a while Fiona would just burn your letters before even opening them so Debbie and some of the others started checking the mail before she could and hide them. It became a routine. Debbie and everyone would send you letters back on occasion so you would know that they are still thinking about you but now this military jargon is messing with her head. Since letters like this have been coming for a week now. Debbie quietly slips out of her room and makes her way to the boys room. While doing this she can hear Fiona and some of her friends downstairs. When she gets there she goes up to Ian's bed and shakes him while whispering. "psst Ian!" Ian is startled awake and looks at her. "What do you want Debs?" He asks rubbing his eyes. "It's a letter! From (Y/N) it makes absolutely no sense!" She says and Ian sits up and turns on a lamp. He looks through the letter as his face turns from tired to serious. "Wake up Carl and Lip... We need to tell Fiona." Debbie's eyes widen. "What?! No! She will try and burn it before we can figure out what this means!" Debbie says her voice rising. This rouses Lip from his sleep. "What the fuck are you two doing up?" He asks and Debbie sighs. "There is a letter from some Military Officer and not from (Y/N)..." Lip hops down and walks over to look at it.

Meanwhile downstairs in the living room Fiona, Steve, and Veronica are sitting and laughing while drinking a few beers. "So where is Kevin? He should be here!" Fiona says and Veronica shrugs. "I don't know he says he has been taking extra shifts at The Alibi." Right as she says that Kevin walks through the door. "Delivery!" He says as he walks to Fiona and Veronica handing them their own envelope and Veronica squeals and takes it to count but Fiona is still reluctant. "You should save all this money for the baby..." "You say that every time Fi I told you it's fine!" he says with a forced smile on his face. Fiona notices this and raises a brow. "Where do you get this money again?" She asks and Kevin Shrugs. "The Alibi! Don't worry about it!" He says when Steve chimes in. "Who cares where it's from! It's money and that's all that matters!" He says with a smirk and Fiona sighs rolling her shoulders out. That is when Debbie, Lip, Ian, and Carl comes down stairs somewhat in a rush. "What are you guys doing down here?" Veronica asks. "We have something for you Fiona..." Ian says slowly. "Can't it wait till morning? It's a school night." But Debbie shakes her head, seemingly close to tears. "What is Debs?" She asks and Lip responds. "It's about (Y/N)..." Fiona tenses up and Steve asks. "Who is (Y/N)?" "It doesn't matter who she is she isn't important." She says flatly. "You know that's not true!" Debbie exclaims. "She is important to all of us! We all love her and so do you!" Debbie says nearly screaming. "Debbie!" Fiona says shocked. "She's back!" Debbie says and Kevin slowly makes his way out of the room which doesn't go unnoticed by Veronica so she follows him. "Kev?" She asks and He tenses up. "Uh yeah V?" He says nervously. "What are you hiding?" She asks sternly. "Hiding? I'm not hiding!" He says and Veronica storms up to him where they are practically chest to chest. "I know when you are lying now tell me!" "Then I might as well tell everyone..." He says walking back into the living room where Debbie is bawling her eyes out, The boys trying to get through to Fiona and Fiona seems to be hyperventilating. "Guys..." Kevin says but they don't seem to be listening. That is when Veronica speaks up. "GUYS!" They all pause their arguing  and look at Kevin.