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fic-heaven · 7 months ago

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Turquoise smoke (Enzo Reyes x Reader)

Angst/ GORE/ one chaotic Reyes/ torture/ random military shit I don't understand/ loss/ heavy pinning

- Reyes never thought he'd end up facing the stress of thinking he lost the love of his life. It had to be a wakeup call, as he never truly confessed how he felt until your ghost appeared at the gates of the base with a promotion and your wittiness intact.

🐥I friggin love writing Reyes 💕

You weren't even supposed to be on this mission, your presence was a last minute addition. Reyes didn't shy away from voicing up his discomfort and as always, his complains were shut down. After all, SpecGru needed as much help as it could get and for your superiors you were just one face amongst a big platoon. Said mission, involved the SpecGru forces to return valuable stolen Intel as well as the "elimination" of a newly founded terrorist organization. It's HQ was hidden underground on the frontiers of an abandoned village called Türkisfarbene Wiese (Turquoise meadow) therefore this mission was called the Turquoise operation.

Reyes knew you were a badass and could handle yourself perfectly well but this particular mission was nuts and he was adamant on keeping you away from the danger, but the only person equally as stubborn as him (surprisingly and to his dismay) was you. So for your big pair of ovaries YOU had to go and he had to keep quiet about it.

"Are you so afraid of my well-being, Enzo? Do you have a crush on me or something?"

He remembers the way you teased him with that stupid little smirk he wanted to rob you with a kiss. Of course he denied your claims and acted angry all the way there, but fuck he had no idea that would be the last time he'd see you. If only he had known... He would have confessed the feelings he had harboured for you ever since you two begun bantering for the first time.

Enzo scratches his beard aggressively (a nervous tick you always made fun of) sitting on an uncomfortable metallic chair on a far corner of an interrogation room as he replays how the mission went, the sounds of grunts and screams of the room he was in while unanswered questions were thrown became a background noise as his mind projected the symphony of war and carnage of the day he lost you. Reyes remembers the moment they had to call for evac, a rain of bullets falling upon you all as the enemy troops had managed to ambush your three teams at the same bloody time in the middle of the misty night. Most of your soldiers' lives were wasted as the mission had just begun, you didn't even have the chance to focus your attention on one single place when the enemy had surrounded your landing spot, many armed men came from every direction but luckily you managed to hide yourself behind a crusty, rotten fence as it was your only cover while you tried to stop the bleeding from a shot on your thigh. To Enzo's absolute terror the enemy had found you before he could approach and defend your position and snatched your wounded body away just as the friendly helicopter rushed to get the remaining operators out of the butchery of the warzone. His body shivered at the memory of how you screamed when they jabbed a blade into your lower back until one of the terrorists convinced the other to keep you as bait along with a few other soldiers. How your eyes, those eyes normally full of amusement and happiness morphed into panic looking at Reyes as he ascended into the air with the others restraining him from jumping out of the heli to get you.

No one ever saw Reyes without you. Who was Reyes without his (y/n)? Another dumb bastard with no reason to fight but money, the little care he held for humanity vanished compleatly when they left you behind on the enemy's claws.

Your team spent one week with no clue on where you were being kept at, until suddenly out of nowhere, the enemy mailed a couple of videos to your distraught Team Leader. Videos that seemed to have been taken out of a horror movie, videos of your torturers doing things to your body that drove your whole unit nuts. Reyes remembers watching them wide-eyed but emotionless, his autumn eyes never leaving you beautiful damaged and bloodied face from the screen even when the others had to look away or straight up leave the room because they refused to see their dear comrades being handled like that.

You were (Y/n) the unbreakable, the most agile and loyal soldier SpecGru has ever been blessed to have, the comedy relief, everyone's best friend, Reyes' everything. His bunny, his love. They seemed to know how much you meant for your team and your leader, so their tortures were much crueller with you and because of this everyone instantly came to the conclusion that you were dead, because there was simply no way a normal human being could survive for so fucking long the horrors they had put you through.

Laswell and a team she selected personally tracked your location the same day the terrorists sent those videos. Reyes was the first to volunteer to go after you, but Team Leader was sane enough to leave the Canadian out of the rescue mission knowing his impulsiveness could risk the lives of his other teammates and the other hostages, so Enzo waited and waited and finally the team had returned. Not with you, but with the head of the terrorist organization and the other operators they had captured and tortured.

The same man who tortured and played with your beautiful body, who made you scream and make noises that Reyes thought he'd never hear coming from your mouth, that monster was sitting in the same room as him.

Gus and Nova were in charge to keep a close eye on Reyes as well as torture the information out of the captured bastard. But after hours of painful interrogation, none of them got the answers they wanted. Gus, frustrated, let out a raged shout and shoved the auxiliary cart to the side making it rattle loudly as it crashed against the wall almost dropping the torture tools to the floor after his last fruitless attempt to make the villain speak sense. The only words coming from him were broken pleas for mercy, what a coward. Nova was in distress wanting nothing more than to go back to her quarters and cry, and Reyes? He had enough watching from the sidelines and decided to stand up and do something because these two weren't going anywhere with this guy. He probably didn't even know where his own men dropped your body, bastard.

The chair screeched against the floor as Reyes slowly stood up, Gus and Nova had no energy to send him back to his seat, they heard his footsteps approaching slowly but with confidence.

"You took her from me." He spoke emotionless with a blank expression inspecting the bloodied tools in their metallic container. 'These won't suffice' he thought, so he decided to take action with his own hands. Reyes walked to the killer's front, one hand launched forwards and gripped the neck of his shirt while the other rose with a shaky fist ready to hit the criminal square in the nose.

"YOU TOUCHED HER," one punch, "YOU TORTURED HER," another punch, "YOU MURDERED HER," another punch this time cracking bone and his own knuckles, "YOU HID HER FUCKING BODY!" One last punch, before he spared the bastard a few seconds to spit out some broken teeth. "AND YOU EXPECT MERCY WHEN YOU SHOWED NONE!" Enzo gritted his teeth in enraged.

Nova and Gus held him back just when he was about to launch to take a tool from the auxiliary cart to stab the bloodied man to death. Reyes violently squirmed on their hold struggling to push away the other operators, animalistic snarls and yells echoed through the small room. Gus made a quick move to disarm the heartbroken soldier "YOU TOOK HER FROM ME-!" Nova pleaded Enzo to stop with broken sobs, but Reyes couldn't listen as he poured his aching heart, his eyes quickly filled with angry tears he refused to shed "YOU ROBBED ME...!! YOU-!"

"STOP!" Nova slapped him so hard his whole body shagged to the side, Gus huffed in effort trying to pull him up, then proceeded to sit the heaving brunette on the chair he previously sat on, bloodied knuckles shaking on his lap, his dark chocolate hair hiding his expression from the pitied stares from his comrades. The two of them shared a heavy look, Gus nods and Nova sighs trying to hide her pain putting a neutral expression.

"Where is she. It's a simple question."

The man stayed silent except from some wet pants and gargles trying to spit the flowing blood from his broken mouth and nose to the floor. Nova continued.

"Let's make this easy, i don't want to hurt you."

"But I will." Reyes clears.

"Mae, stop." Gus tried to warn Enzo, but this only seemed to infuriate him further.

"SHUT YOUR FUCKING HOLE! We've got the bastard where we wanted and now you blink!?" Enzo yells, his voice lazed with heartbreak showing more emotion than he had shown this whole week without you. There was a pregnant pause amongst the three operators, the anger and resentment was palpable. The loss struck them too hard, but they had to remain professional or else this whole interrogation would be for nothing.

"We've got orders and we will stick to them, luv..." Nova said calmly but Reyes had other plans. The images he had seen on the monitor haunted him until today, he couldn't sleep, couldn't eat more than a few sad portions of fruit Gus forced him to have, if he wasn't complaining about what happened or keeping tabs on the investigation he kept quiet. Reyes had become too hot to hold, the bubble of suppressed emotions did nothing but grow and grow the longer they spent searching for a trace of your body and now it had to explode or else he'd lose his god-damned mind more than he already has.

The culprit just sits here in total silence. Seeing his pathetic non-cooperative self pushed Reyes to ready himself to have the tumor that infected his life extirpated just like he had done to you.

Enzo stands up again, slower this time to feign a much calmer state as not to alert his teammates. He huffs, licks his lower lip and nods.

"Yeah?... Yeah, well fuck that."

Gus felt a firm tug on his belt, a shuffle from the man in front of him and in a blink the hostage's brains were scattered all over the stone floor reaching the wall and a small portion of the ceiling behind him. Reyes had snatched Gus' shotgun out of his holder and ended the captive's life like one would kill a bug with a sandal. The gore was so impacting that Nova, wide-eyed and frightened, turned away quickly facing the opposite wall where the exit was with both hands covering her ears, the ringing of the shot rattled her head like a thousand nails. Gus stared in shock, watching every detail of the open skull that a second ago was a head, his heartbeats were so strong he could hear nothing but them, his knees slightly shaking with adrenaline. Meanwhile Reyes spat on the body, the splutter of saliva mixed with the scrambled brain matter on the cracked shell of the criminal's cranium. The only clue that incriminated Enzo of what he had done was a droplet of blood that landed on his sleeve. He'll have to wash that later with much satisfaction that he had avenged you after all.

"This look suits the son of a bitch better don't ya think?" Reyes smirks at his frozen and silent companions to later look down at the corpse with a sneer "This is for my (Y/n), you little bitch." He spat once more, throwing a stomp that landed right onto what resembled an eyeball.

Enzo handed Gus the shotgun but the Rican was still in shock refusing to look at his brother in arms while clenching his fists to his sides trying to cease their tremble, so Reyes simply dropped the weapon to the floor beside his petrified friend, the sound of the clattering firearm made Gus flinch before Reyes stormed out opening the metal door with a hard shove, several people were already rushing in to see what the fuck just happend alerted by the shot. Nova yelled Enzo's name from inside the torture room, the initial scare had frozen her on the spot not letting a single step be planted, her voice echoed through the hall calling for him as Enzo, suddenly feeling lighter, left the place and his shocked mates further behind with each rushed step he took.

"(Y/n), I did it. I finally did it." He whispered down to your dog tags that hanged from his neck "What now...?"

What now? You weren't coming back to him. Did he feel any better for killing your killer? He felt lighter before until it turned into nothing. Reyes now could only feel bitterness because the pain didn't lessen, because you weren't there to congratulate or annoy him with one of your witty lines to cheer him up. His breathing got heavier, he need you to breath for him again because he couldn't breath for you as you were no longer here, he'd give you his lungs, all of his organs and his very soul so you could still be roaming in the land of the living. Nova once told him it was easier to fight for a person rather than a flag. Now that he knows what it is to lose said person, he regrets wanting to have you in the first place. How cruel could you be that even if he never told you that he loved you you managed to cut him so deep by leaving him behind when he was still trying to plan a way to confess? You left without hearing what he wanted to say. You cruel, unfair bitch.

His lower lip wobbles, his hand fisted your dog tags so hard his bloodied knuckles stung, but he cuts it soon with a sigh. Reyes rolled his shoulders lighting up a cig heading to the exit when suddenly someone grabbed him by the shoulder and shoved him against the brick wall dropping the cig with the harsh impact on his back. Team Leader.

"TL! And then I thought you'd miss all the fun. Weren't you in a meeting?"

"What the HELL happened in there, Reyes!?"

"I solved all our problems, that's what happened." Reyes said with not a single ounce of regret.

This was the last straw. TL punched Reyes on his stomach making the operator fold forwards with a loud cough as he fought not to vomit his breakfast. Team Leader looked down at him with disappointed but very notable pain and desperation. He finally caught the bastard, SpecGru finally had the chance to track your body so they could accomplish the mission that remained paused, but Enzo had to mess everything up like always. He was an uncontrolled animal that only stayed alive because god had condemned a crueler fate for him, to live in grief. Reyes was a soldier so driven by his negative emotions he'd end up dragging all of you to hell with him, and that is something TL feared as he knew that the only person who could tame the beast within him was you. And you were laying dead somewhere.

"Tell me how we are going to find her now. TELL ME!" Screamed the older man, his booming voice never affecting the already broken operator.

TL's paternal instincts over you were strong, they were so strong that unlike Reyes and most of the others, he couldn't bare to watch the tapes of your torture and the audios from the torturers confirming your death. Instead, he confided in Laswell to pretty much give him the most important details and help with your disappearance however she could. Both men were very important to you, a father figure and a love interest, and their aching hearts at your loss roared louder than ever as suddenly Kate Laswell's head popped in from the exit, the alarm in her eyes speaking a thousand words that vented from her mouth in one single sentence.

"She's been spotted at the gates of the base."

Everything was a blur then. Reyes ran for his life almost knocking the poor woman in the middle of his sprint and dropping his pack of cigarettes to the floor.

______

How in god's name you managed to walk so many miles from where they had kept you to the base was beyond them. They said you carried a superhuman strength with a remarkable will to live because at the sight of you, all of your teammates and even TL (against his own paternal love for you) could only think death was the best option for you, a mercy even.

Was it a blessing or a curse that you were still alive and breathing? Reyes pondered over this when he managed to push pass the crowd of people surrounding your bed at the infirmary only to be kicked out of the room by TL and the other nurses.

Your feet were covered in blisters, one of your arms was broken, you had multiple scratches and grime covering your skin and torn uniform, a split lip, a bleeding eye from a vertical cut that went from your hairline to your higher cheek (an eye you'll end up losing, sadly), suffered a grave head trauma, all of your nails from your feet to your hands were missing, a shot-through leg and you were showing signs of strong anxiety at the feeling of many eyes on you, that's why TL had cleared the room before you could speak to him privately about what happened since you were in no condition to write a full report, he wrote it for you as he listened and waited for you to finish so he could ask his own questions and express his obvious worry.

Even after the nightmare you had endured you chose to live and complete the mission alone. You kept loyal to SpecGru even when they had left you behind during the retreat, you didn't feel a speck of betrayal and your TL couldn't be more prouder and guilty, his admiration and respect for you earned you a raise and you were soon promoted. You used the little strength you had left to explain your story in full detail before you collapsed, this is the info TL had collected:

After they tortured and threw you to a lake in the middle of nowhere because you wouldn't talk and your team was taking far longer than they had liked to come get you, you woke up when some fishermen dragged your body away from the shore. Once him and his family had healed some of your wounds, you forced yourself to return where you came from and managed to recover the Intel SpecGru considered lost, later infiltrated and rescued the civilians and the other operators who got captured and tortured finding them a provisional hideout until they could contact anyone from outside the village, you left the morning after and exploded the factory the enemy used for their suppliers to deploy their weapons and ammunition, uncovered their contacts and said suppliers by hacking on their database before you scaped the enemy's territory and found a way to contact the CIA when you were leaving the village as the others had already found SpecGru's rescue team. Sadly they had already parted to the base and simply couldn't return to get you because of the fatal wounds all of the hostages had suffered, they couldn't trade over eleven lives for just one lost soldier. (Of course no one told Reyes about this or hell would have broken lose.) Being left behind again, you stole an enemy vehicle and drove until it ran out of gas, managed to sneak inside a trash truck and got off to walk all the way from one city to the base. All of this carrying a heavy bag filled with Intel and other important stuff, a half melted revolver, a shit ton of ammunition, one improvised knife and a grenade you explained you'd have used as a last resort to explode yourself with the important documents and information about SpecGru if the enemy managed to find you again.

You passed out two days ago and the word spread around base about your incredible accomplishments and your well-deserved promotion. Reyes easily snook inside your room by the window and kept sneaking in for two more days until TL officially allowed him the entry after getting a worried call from the doc. Enzo kept close watch on you and didn't allow anyone in but the nurse. He could do nothing but stare at you as if you were a painting displayed in a museum, untouchable and beautiful, his darling lay there all wrapped in bandages, your cheerful, teasing expression was a mere echo as your swollen face and puffy split lip showed nothing but exhaustion, you were unrecognizable. You didn't look like yourself and he blamed himself every day for it, but at least he could touch you, at least you were breathing and that's all that mattered.

It's the fifth day and Reyes has to leave for a few weeks to another fucking mission when he hasn't even fully recovered psychologically from what happened in the Turquoise operation.

Before he left, instead of giving you your dog tags back, he gave you his own placing them on the table next to you. As expected by doc, you woke up one day later after Reyes' departure (The luck on this guy...) And girl, you were in so much pain. But it was the comfort you received by waking up to the blinding reflection of the window's light hitting the dog tags that after close inspection you found they belonged to Reyes, what made the pain worth it. The pain of being alive. The sweet ache of getting one more chance to be with Reyes. Reyes...

"R-Reyes..." You whimper out.

"Holy fuck." Nova exclaimed startling you a bit. "Oh shit!" She cursed stumbling from her chair before she properly stood up "BOLLOCKS!" She yells this time making you squint and flinch at the squawking sound of her voice. She gave you a half-assed apology before she ran out of the room to call for the doctor.

______

The following week was nuts. Adapting to having one eye and trying to recover from the bullet wound from your thigh, fractured arm and other pains all across your body was difficult, but you made progress every day.

At first you couldn't quite get used to seeing all the fresh new scars on your body and your aim had worsened now that you had one eye but to everyone's surprise you still pressed on trying to recover your sore senses and exercise daily eager to get back to action. More than once your doctor, TL and Nova had to remind you not to overdo it, as training excessively could only make you backtrack on all the healing and progress you worked so hard on making.

You were an inspiration to many and you wouldn't shy away from cheering the rookies and answer some questions so long they didn't ask you to describe in detail the tortures you had endured. Nova was wary though, always keeping a close eye on you and reminding you to send a message to the boys (Gus and Reyes) whenever you could in your group chat as they were still worried sick, specially Reyes.

"This guy..." You muttered to yourself.

You and Nova were on cleaning duty when you stopped a few minutes ago to send a quick text to keep tabs on the boys as they were returning from a certain base in Rome they were assigned to go to do god-knows-what about the Turquoise operation. The trip had prolonged and you missed them dearly.

"What's up?" Nova asked behind her shoulder as she was finishing mopping the floor near the door.

"Nah, Gus told me they're alright... It's just Reyes he's so..."

"Infuriating? Annoying? Ugly? Halfwit? Demonic even?"

"No-? I mean yeah, that's Reyes!" You chuckle flicking her messy bun. "It's just..." You sigh. "He's not talkin' to me... And I don't know why. Well, i get that he gets all serious while he's working, we all do, but he has never left me on read."

Nova arched a brow at that while gathering your cleaning stuff and walking out with you by her side. You continue. "He actually never did until now, be jealous all you like."

"I ain't jealous, gurl. Pity on you he actually replies to anything you say, he's an a-hole." Even if Nova and Reyes bicker a lot you know how much they love each other dearly, like two siblings bounded by the blood they spill in battle and not by DNA.

A few minutes later, you two walked to the barracks where you showed her the messages you have been sending Reyes since the day after you woke up. They weren't that deep or long (that's what she said) so you didn't fear she'd find out about your crush on your mutual friend so long she didn't scroll up.

Nila sighs when she's done reading and sits you on her bunk bed with a somber look. "Oh boy, I know that look." You mock trying to lighten up the mood a bit but she isn't affected.

"(Y/n). You didn't do anything wrong. We didn't talk much about what happened when you woke up for obvious reasons, the boys left and you were still fresh from the trauma n' shit, not to mention that this week you were still resting or busy with rehab so we didn't find the right time..."

"What are you on about Nils? It's no biggie-"

"No biggie!?" She snaps and your eyes widen. "We left you behind not once but twice! You suffered alone and we could do nothing but pray that the rescue team had any luck finding you because Team Leader didn't let us volunteer thinking feelings would get in the way and we'd cause more casualties, fuck! We even thought you were dead-!" She cried the last part with a very noticeable knot on her throat, she was shaking, her face darkened by grief, frustration and regret. You wrapped your friend in a hug she quickly returned with a sob, your eye patch felt cold against her heating skin, Nila shivered, another reminder of what she just said.

To be honest you had assumed they considered you dead, but you didn't have much time to ponder on how that would affect your friends... Your Reyes... Or even Team Leader who went far and beyond to find you and leave your friends out of the terrible mission of finding your corpse. The guilt they must have felt for leaving you behind twice, by total accident of course, and Nova's fat tears were enough proof that said guilt still plagued them until today.

Nova cleared her throat moving backwards a little while cleaning her tear stained face. "Reyes can't speak to you. Not because he doesn't want to-"

"I know. I see..." You could only imagine how Enzo felt.

And with that, you two heard Humvees approaching the main building, a cloud of sand and dust followed their trail until they parked the vehicles and soon, you could spot the shape of Rodriguez and Reyes angrily speaking to one another. Gus' expressive body language picked more exaggeration pushing Reyes to respond in kind but more violently poking a finger to the Rican's chest and snarling words you couldn't quite comprehend from the distance between the barrack's windows and the parking lot.

"Jesus... Weren't they supposed to arrive in like, another few days?"

But Nova said this to no one as you had already left to join the other men.

To say your presence was imposing to your battle mates was an understatement, though the teasing grin you carried that was so characteristic of you made everyone lit up a bit seeing as you haven't lost yourself in what happened and despite the promotion shit, the fresh scars and eye patch, (Y/n) was still (Y/n).

"What? Did y'all get needy being apart from mommy for so long? Is that's why you had to cut the mission short?" The men around you laughed and greeted you with wide smiles and gentle pats but a certain someone didn't like that comment one bit. And that certain someone punched the brick wall next to the parking spot so hard that he grunted in pain, Gus sighed shaking his head and you turned to where he was looking judging by his reaction.

When Reyes and you made eye contact, he froze. His mouth went agape, his left hand was gripping his right one that bled through the gloves he was wearing, his eyes went from your eye patch to the scars on your neck down your chest and legs and finally back to your face. It was like he was seeing a ghost. But Gus broke the moment giving you a strong bear hug from behind, you couldn't help but chuckle out loud turning around and hugging him just as strongly but mindful of your sore wounds.

"Mi cielo... Me tenías tan preocupado." (My sky... You got me so worried.) The big man whined burying his face on your neck, his moustache tickled you and you scratched his curly hair humming comfortingly. "Hello to you too, osito."

He moved his head back a little inspecting your face. "An eye patch huh? You look like a pirate!"

"Hmm, 'Pirate'... That's another name to the list. Gotta think of a proper codename soon or I fear y'all will end up choosing one for me."

"Oh, so the new rank comes with a new codename? Should I also call you ma'am." You smirked at him pinching his nose and he squinted with a complain "Ow, hey! My snot-" Gus' hands shot out ready to tackle you until you moved out of his grasp to where Reyes previously was but the Canadian was already gone. Gus reads your surprise and disappointment quickly.

"He probably headed to the doc's to get new stitches again..."

"Again?" You repeated, and Rodriguez's face said it all, his moustache quirking to the side with a grimace.

He's been having anger attacks...

"The gremlin needs you." Nova suddenly said behind you spooking you a bit but you recovered and nodded quickly to which Gus replied "He dropped his pills, he'll have to come get them soon for his headaches and his back pain, it's almost five o'clock..." When he finished he shook the bottled pills to make a point.

Nova smirks "See? He's like a gremlin, he comes with instructions and everything, the fucker."

______

It didn't take long for your group of three to find Reyes.

Gus said he'd be at the doctor's office but it was Nova with her "asshole radar" who got his exact location right: the small rocky trail between the bushes of the gates where they had found you and the brick wall next to the ammunition storage facilities. (She knew he'd be there because after you passed out of exhaustion when you arrived, he used to sit there looking at the spot where they saw you as if looking at it long enough would erase the memory of seeing you laying there half-dead.)

Of course, Nova fled before confronting an irritable Reyes as she knew they'd end up falling into an endless screaming match with you and Rodriguez trying to calm both parties. So that led to you and Gus to walk out of the building with a half-assed excuse of keeping watch on the gates.

When you approached Reyes' figure near the bushes, Gus told you to wait so he'd try to ready Reyes to speak to you for the first time in what felt like a lifetime. You understood quickly and stood out of sight.

It felt like an hour had passed, your eye switched between the courtyard to the gates from time to time, always watchful that you guys wouldn't get caught and an earful from any superior out there. That if you haven't been spotted already, because this area was well watched as it was right behind the armory and the fear of the now neutralized organization resurging from the ashes to avenge their fallen leader was still palpable amongst your comrades.

A whistle reached your ears, Gus was calling you from the thin trail and you followed. Just when you neared their spot you picked Reyes' agitated voice bitching at Rodriguez before he shut up compleatly when he heard your footsteps.

“Gus, go find your nuts they’re probably hidden beneath your twat, and fuck off,” Reyes spat lastly, head thrown back as he winces huffing a curse down his breath when he sees you approaching with a soft expression.

"Always a gentleman, hermano. Next time, don't come crying to me when i refuse to aid you in any fucking discussion and/or cure your wounds, torpe llorón..." (Clumsy crybaby) Gus bites back, he gives you a patient look as to say "he's your problem now." And you nod him goodbye but Gus surprises you when he throws the little plastic container of pills to Reyes' feet where the man was sitting on the dirt, his back against the brick wall staring daggers at the other operator.

"Make sure he takes them if you hear him whining, amor." Gus says before pursing his lips twice throwing two kisses your way and leaving the trail as a final goodbye.

Reyes gives you a side glance you don't catch because of your blind eye but you can feel it. When you turn to him he's looking elsewhere suddenly quiet. You smirk, kneel to his level and squeeze his tense shoulder.

"You know, I've gained a few new nicknames around base, and It took me a long while to choose witch one would make a cool codename. They were all so edgy."

He remained quiet brushing your hand off with a firm shake on his shoulder, the only clue you got that he was listening was his heavy breathing.

"While waitin' for you two to stop your bickering I finally decided Turquoise smoke or Smoke for shorts. Fittin' right? That's obviously because they couldn't grasp me again when I fled." The look Reyes gives you as in incredulous but tired of your bullshit makes you chuckle. His hand raises to scratch his beard harshly enough to make angry red lines on his pale skin.

"Talk to me..." You speak lowly seeking to ease the tension, coaxing the man to open up like you've done a thousand times before. And yet, the Reyes before you doesn't seem as cooperative as you knew him to be.

"I've always hated you." He sighs and this makes your smile falter. Over the thousand terrible things he had said in your presence, he has never said anything like this and the fact that it's directed to you feels like a stab. His eyes are on yours or rather on YOUR, to be real, as he looks at your eye patch he sneers in disgust and this makes you raise up from your crouching position.

"When you came to my life you quickly became a big pain in my ass. Always fucking loud, always fucking witty... Playing girly pop on a man's job."

He was just being mean, Reyes' cruelty was a defense mechanism you were used to eating up. It never bothered you in the slightest as you knew he didn't really mean what he said but he could spit some powerful venom whenever he wanted.

"The day you started makin' a name for yourself I became less liked. I stopped getting calls from any of our team leaders and people stopped takin' me that seriously. Must be cool right?" Enzo smiles cruelly up at you, his gloveless hands (now wrapped in bandages) played with the bottled pills. "To be TL's bitch. Reyes' tamer, huh? Must be fuckin' brilliant." At the end of the sentence, he harshly threw the pills somewhere on the trail where you came from.

"Reyes..." You chocked out.

He stands up abruptly then making you step back, his oak eyes look down at you in an intimidating way. "Did you also get a delicious raise for having to tame SpecGru's disgrace? I'm sure you did. Now you can parade around with all those awesome battle scars, a new rank and that ridiculous pirate eye patch like you are Nick Fury or some clown like that."

You try to recover your wit firmly believing your awful humour could bring him back to his senses "Hey, hey, show some respect to Nick Fury, man. At least i look stylish, I'm not the one who wears sunglasses over the head and never uses them." You feign offense and accuse him desperately trying not to take any of this seriously.

Enzo was about to yell something colorful but instead bit down his lip with a forced smile shaking his head before he growled lowly "Always so funny, you..." He honest to God looked like he was holding a fart but you knew if you voiced your thoughts he'd end up strangling you on the spot.

"I should kill you right now. Finish what they started." He said approaching you with newfound determination and this made you physically backtrack until your back was against the fence and he was a few millimeters from your face raising his hands to grip on the metallic wires of the fence by your sides effectively caging you. He could see the pain then. How that last whip mentioning those bastards actually did hurt you. Enzo waited a few seconds for you to say something, anything, but you were looking up at him silent, with a forced little smile trying to hide that for once, he did crack you, all the playfulness had abandoned you as you faced the man you loved stabbing you with his words.

As stupid as it is, as hypocrite as he felt, it pained him to hurt you, all in all it was the truth and it was clear when his hardened face didn't hold his frown for one more second as it melted into a sorrowful grimace, a loud sob scaped his lips, a tear hit your cheek as Reyes broke down quite literally when his body shagged downwards, his hands still gripped firmly at the fence holding his stance.

You could feel a terrible burn from your right eye and when tears begun gathering on your left one you knew the nature of the burn came from the flowing tears your damaged orb tried to shed but it wasn't as strange as seeing Reyes cry, though you couldn't see him properly because he hanged his head low at the height of your chest as to hide his pain. The only time you saw him cry was when Nova was so mad at him she shoved wax sticks up his nosetrils while he was napping, when he angrily tried to pull them off he cried like he had witnessed his entire family get killed. But this is obviously different.

These weren't tears coming from an idiotic prank. These tears came from heartbreak and loss.

Enzo's wavering voice came raspy as he fought and failed to contain the grief he had tried to hold in for so fucking long. "You keep joking and pretending nothing happend." He wept. "I can't stand a second having to look at you and see how they mangled your body..." Then your eye widened as Reyes stood up properly forcing himself to look at you directly. His lips wobble trying to continue, the vulnerability written on his face was making the flow of your tears quicken and you hissed in discomfort, a palm shooting up to your eye patch and Reyes didn't waste a minute reacting to your obvious pain. Suddenly all the hatred he wanted to express left him as he cooed at you trying to sooth the ache anyhow, his hands cupped your wet cheeks, thumbs gently brushing your skin and he opted to hold you close to his body when he felt useless that he couldn't make the pain go away.

"Don't say that-" You choked out through the pain.

Reyes looked down at you startled by the emotional tone in your voice and you shook against his chest meeting his stare. "Do you have any idea how many times I thought I'd die? The desperation I felt when I was left behind not once but twice!? How I could only think about your mean ass every minute of every day as I pulled through the mission ALONE to return, fall on a few day's coma and find out you were gone again... And now that I get to finally see you, with all my heartache, my fucking love for you and my stupid humour trying desperately to sooth you because, trust me, I know you had suffered, Nova and Gus told me because you still keep to yourself. You have the gal to wish I was dead!?"

"NEVER IN MY FUCKING LIFE!" He screamed and you were now fully surprised no one had caught you two yet.

Reyes lowers his head down, his hands cupping your cheeks still, eyes staring between your eye and the eye patch. "I wanted to die so bad..." He cries "To leave this shitty life praying to meet you in the next one..." You bit your lower lip and closed your eye trying to cease your crying as it was irritating your wounded eye and the few scars on your face.

"I love you, woman." It was the desperation in which the words were thrown in the heavy air that made your eye flutter back open, your shaky hands rose to hold his face and beg that, just by the look you were giving Reyes, he understood that you felt the same because you couldn't speak.

"If you were to leave me again I-" But he caught himself before he let out another pitiful tear. He felt too weak, and as much as he loves feeling weak for you, he couldn't keep letting you see him cry as your sympathy got the best of you and would make you keep crying as well hurting your wounds further with your salty tears.

"They'll have to do worse than that in order to keep me from you Enzo..." When you said this he lowered his eyes to your neck quickly spotting his dog tags, one hand quickly picked yours from under his shirt absentmindedly.

"I'll dig out your fucking body from wherever they burry you if I must to take these back." He said lowly. "Until then, keep 'em."

"I've always imagined a wedding band but these will suffice~" You purred and Reyes smiled, his sad eyes still present.

The smile and the following kiss was enough to seal the promise that no matter what. From this day on. You two were a pack.

"Give me some time, Smokey. Weddin' bands can be annoying to wear in battle and the one I planned to get ya isn't cheap."

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