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scarletlove2 · 1 year ago

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'Cause Us Traitors Never Win.

Hi! So this book will also be posted on AO3. Um, also I'm still not the best at writing so any help would be really nice! Also, this is meant to be multiple chapters, but knowing how much I get writer's block. This will go months without another chapter, Also this isn't meant to make anyone upset or anything. It's just something I whipped up for fun! But with that, I will put a list of the warnings now.

Warnings: Betrayal, Death in later chapters, Guns, Knives, killing, General Sherped, poorly translated Spanish, my writing is a warning itself, please let me know if there's anymore

I aimed the gun's barrel toward his head, the briefcase held securely in my free hand. The helicopter blades whirled, causing my hair to sway rhythmically. Tilting my head, I offered them all a smile just before the gunshot pierced the air.

I stood beside General Shepherd in the boardroom, surrounded by members of Task Force 141, Los Vaqueros, and Shadow Company.

"Many of you are well aware of the threat posed by Hans Miller," Shepherd began, his voice stern. "His actions, including the abduction of civilians and numerous war crimes, cannot be overlooked. That's why I've brought Scarletta Sokolov into the fold to address this matter." All eyes shifted briefly to me before returning to Shepherd as he continued speaking.

"Let's ensure Miss, Sokolov feels welcomed and work collectively to strategize ways to bring down Hans. With that, the meeting concludes."

Everyone nodded in agreement and began to leave the room. I gave Shepherd a nod of acknowledgement before trailing behind a man named John, who also goes by Soap. As we moved, another individual, Kyle, known as Gaz, joined me.

"Scarletta, right? I'm Kyle, but you can call me Gaz," he said in a friendly tone.

"I go by Scarlet, Scarletta is for formal greetings and business. But Nice to meet you, Gaz," I responded, maintaining a composed demeanour.

"A Russian addition to the team! We've been missing that diversity. It's great to have people from different backgrounds on board," Gaz remarked, showing no signs of surprise or curiosity.

"Not many of us are eager to join international military operations, given the unfortunate stereotypes surrounding our loyalty," I explained, sensing he might already know this.

"Well, it's a pleasure to have you here. Our team is like a family, you know. Price plays the father figure, Ghost's the enigmatic teenager, Soap's the energetic cousin, and I suppose I'm the normal one in the mix," Gaz elaborated.

"How delightful," I responded, as we approached the waiting vehicles. We all entered the cars, and I found myself seated between Ghost and Soap as we headed to the base.

"Scarletta, Soap and Gaz will show you around. I need to have a word with Ghost," Price instructed, and he and Ghost walked toward his office, leaving us behind.

"Let's begin with the medical bay. Along the way, we'll cover other key spots," Soap suggested, leading the way to the medical area.

"On your left is the shooting range, and on the right, you'll find the training room," Gaz pointed out to a few rookies honing their shooting skills. As we ventured further, we passed the communal showers and boardroom.

"Welcome to the common area. We have regular movie nights and take-out evenings. Feel free to join us," Gaz added, offering a warm smile.

"You're also welcome to use the fridge and pantry. If you need supplies from the city, just let Price know. You'll need to use one of the vehicles," Soap chimed in.

"One more stop on the tour," Gaz announced as we walked down a corridor toward the living quarters. He pointed out the rooms, explaining that each member had a personal bathroom except the rookies, who shared the community showers.

"Why the separate room and bathroom for me, and not the rookies?" I inquired, tilting my head curiously.

"According to Shepherd, higher-ranking members get their own rooms. It's a fairness thing," Gaz clarified.

"Understood," I responded, and we finally reached an empty room.

"This is your room. We'll get a name tag for it soon. We hope you like it. Some of us chipped in to make it feel welcoming. We'll leave you to settle in, and the rookies will bring your belongings from the France base to your room," Gaz explained before he and Soap left.

Standing in my room, I observed its spaciousness, a rarity in a military setting. After placing the items in the basket on the bed, I read the note left for me.

"Hey newcomer, Shepherd gave us some insights about you, so we put this basket together. We hope you like it. P.S. The jelly cat bat is a joke."

I set the card aside, smirking at the bat before arranging the contents of the basket. As I examined the candles and a Task Force 141 patch, a smile formed. These small gestures showed camaraderie.

Having settled in, I kicked off my jacket and lay back on the bed, taking a deep breath. A knock interrupted my thoughts, and I grumbled as I answered the door. The rookies left my belongings, and I took my time unpacking.

I finished unpacking and I picked up my phone and put in a number, I put it to my ear I heard the ringing noise and then heard the woman on the other line,

“ I’m calling to make sure that my animals are alright?” I speak into the phone waiting for a reply

“ Ah yes Miss, Sokolov, they're doing alright!” I could hear the chirp in the woman's voice as she spoke

“ Good good I just want to make you have all their diets and when they’ll all meant to eat?”

“ Yes Miss Sokolov we have made sure to read everything and double-read everything before we get started”

“ Good I’m glad cause you all cost me a pretty penny but I have to go I’ll call again tomorrow to check in”

“Yes Miss Sokolov your animals, are in great hands We’ll talk tomorrow Good day Miss Sokolov”

“Good day,” I said taking the phone away from my ear and pressing the button to hang up

I slipped into my leather jacket, effortlessly tucking my cigarettes into one of its pockets. Retrieving my phone from the nightstand, I casually slid it into my back pocket before exiting my room. As I shut the door behind me, I continued down the hallways. My phone vibrated in my jeans pocket, prompting an eye roll from me. Retrieving it, I glanced at the text and promptly replied. Lost in thought, I reached a corner without paying much attention, resulting in a small stumble when I collided with someone. I quickly stepped back, looking up to find Alejandro Vargas in front of me.

"I apologize; I wasn't paying attention to what was in front of me," I said, slipping my phone back into my back pocket.

"It's alright; I wasn't paying much attention either," he replied casually.

"Where are you off to?" he asked, engaging in small talk.

"I was about to head out for a smoke and some fresh air," I responded, offering him a small smile.

"Ah, alright. I won't stop you any longer," he said with a grin.

"Alrighty then, I'll see you around, Alejandro," I replied, walking past him.

"See you around, Scarletta," he called out, causing me to turn around, tilting my head slightly.

"You can just call me Scarlet," I responded, causing him to turn around, putting his hands up in defence.

"Alright then, Scarletta," he replied with a smirk playing on his lips. He placed his hands back in his pockets before turning away.

A small smirk of my own played on my lips as I shook my head and continued walking, heading toward my destination for a smoke.

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the-californicationist · 11 months ago

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The Good Death -- (Rudy/FMC)

Rodolfo Parra x Female OC

Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra finds himself in the middle of the Caatinga forest of Brazil, looking for a stolen weapons cache. When he comes across a beautiful hitch-hiker wandering alone in the middle of the night, he gets a little more from the village than he wants to.

TW: mentions of rape, dubious consent, femdom, light bondage, edgeplay, kidnapping, canon-typical violence, hauntings

January summers in the Caatinga forest were as brutal as they came. It was an unforgiving landscape, full of cactus and scrub brush, layered with the sharpest shards and rock faces, designed to cut and slice. To make matters worse, the weather was deadly. The Caatinga would climb to almost 37 degrees celsius at the sun’s cruel zenith, and it would drop only ten degrees cooler by midnight.

Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra was nothing but sweaty. He could feel it between his toes, under his arms, beneath his balls — he was losing pounds of water a day and struggling to drink enough to rehydrate himself. Training in these conditions was brutal, but he wasn’t here for the Exército Brasileiro; he was on a reconnaissance mission.

According to Los Vaqueros’ intel, the Las Almas cartel had accepted a weapons’ cache from China, shipped through Brazil, and set to arrive at the Port of Houston in just thirty days. Rudy’s mission was to locate and tag the cache, and he was running out of time.

Being asked to find something lost in the Caatinga was like being tasked with finding it in Hell, although, Rudy thought, Hell may have been milder.

Arial arrays had helped him narrow down his search to a few key hiding places, but it wasn’t just the terrain that was unforgiving. Beneath the forest lay a complex network of caves and tunnels, as dangerous as they were beautiful, and searching through them would be almost impossible.

But, Rudy wasn’t one to give up so easily. He was heading to the village of Nossa Senhora da Boa Morte. There was a local guide who had seen some unmarked crates near a gorge in the area, and he had agreed to lead Rudy to them. The drive out to the village was long, pitch black, and full of foreign sounds. Rudy missed his well-known mountains of Monterrey, and he was anxious to be back with his team.

Suddenly, his truck lurched to a stop, and it felt like he had hit something big.

“A la verga!” Rudy grunted, slamming on the brakes.

He wrenched open the door with a loud creak and went out to check the damage. He kept one hand on his gun just to be safe. There was nothing in the road. He circled the truck just to be sure. All of his tires were in tact, and they all seemed free of damage, so he got back in the car and shut the door with a loud bang.

As soon as he did, something flashed, white and sharp, in the road. It was almost like lightning, but there was no rain and no sound. He could only hear the idling of his vehicle. As he stared at the road illuminated by his headlights, Rudy tried to focus his vision. He thought he could see something just in the shadow of where his headlights couldn’t reach.

He drove forward, slowly, inching his way up to the object, only to discover that it was a human form. A woman. She was facing away from his truck, staring out into the blackness of the Caatinga, unmoving. Her dress was long and white like a bride’s, whipping around her body in the night wind.

Rudy rolled down his window, trying out what little Brazilian Portuguese he had,

“Ei! Precisa ajuda, senhora?”

She didn’t answer him. He decided to stay in the truck, crossing himself before slowly driving up to her. He kept his window cracked and pulled out his gun, steadying his nerves.

The woman turned to look at him, and she seemed… unnatural, somehow. She was beautiful, that much was certain. In fact, Rudy wasn’t sure he’d ever seen such beauty.

“Precisa de uma carona? A ride? Do you need help?”

Perhaps she didn’t understand his terrible Portuguese accent. He tried to ask her in English, and she smiled. It was unnerving, but Rudy didn’t feel threatened. He pointed to the other side of the truck and unlocked the door. She walked around the front of the truck, the white of her linen dress blinding him, and she climbed in beside him. He kept his gun in his lap. Rudy may not have felt like he was in danger, but he certainly wasn’t trusting.

They rode in silence for the rest of the journey. He had tried to ask her things, and he wasn’t sure where he was supposed to be taking her, but he planned to ask his guide to translate when he got to the village.

It felt like hours had passed, but they finally made it. Rudy pulled into the small ranch where his contact was located, and he stepped out of the truck. He knocked on the small wooden door of the house and waited, angling himself so he could still see the woman in the passenger seat.

The guide came to the door, and Rudy recognized him from the video calls.

“Boa noite, meu amigo. I’m Rodolfo Parra with Los Vaqueros.”

“Claro. Good evening, Senhor Parra. I’m João. Welcome to our village. Come in, come in.”

João’s English was excellent, so Rudy didn’t continue with his Portuguese, but he did ask for help,

“Sorry, can you help me translate? I seemed to have picked up a hitch-hiker and —”

“A what?” João seemed confused.

“A rider. She is in the truck…” Rudy turned around and found no one there.

She was gone.

“There was a woman…” Rudy ran back to the truck and opened the doors, looking for her.

“A woman, you said? Was she wearing a white dress?” João asked in a knowing tone.

Rudy turned back to him, his eyes glassy and wide,

“Yes, but…”

“You showed her a kindness, amigo. Perhaps she will show one back to you.”

“Who is she?” Rudy asked, taking his bags into the tiny ranch house.

João shut the door behind him and ushered him inside. They sat at the kitchen table together, and the old wooden chair creaked loudly, complaining about Rudy’s heavy weight, his muscles and bones not meant for small farm chairs.

João took a bottle of cachaça from the pantry and poured some for himself and his guest, telling Rudy the story,

“She is a bruxa. Long ago, back during the times when there was still conflict, much before either of us could celebrate um dia da Independência, there was a beautiful woman. She was so beautiful, some say she had been blessed by the Virgim Maria herself. She fell in love with a native man, but he was Tupi, not Portuguese. So, thinking she was fair game, a priest raped her on her wedding day in the chapel on the hillside.”

“Madre de Dios…” Rudy drank his wine, only half-believing this ghost story. The woman in his truck had been very real. She had smelled like sweat and dried herbs. She was real; she had to be.

“She died, and her Tupi lover was slain. The next night, the chapel burned to the ground with the priest inside. Ever since then, this village has respected her as an omen. She does not appear often, but when she does, we make sure to heed her warnings.”

“What warning does she have for me, then?” Rudy asked.

“Eu não sei, senhor. But, whatever it is, you’d better listen.”

A week passed like a slow train, long and heavy, the heat and the pressure billowing around Rudy and all of his attempts to locate the cache. He was running out of options. There was one final location he’d not yet checked, but it was nearly inaccessible. Rudy asked João how to traverse the ridge that led to the potential site, but he wouldn’t allow it.

João shook his head,

“No, you cannot go there. It is too dangerous, even for you who knows the mountains well.”

“I have to. This is my last chance,” Rudy insisted.

“You’d be better off coming in from above. Use your expensive drone! I can draw you a map up, but you won’t be able to come back down. The rocks are too brittle. No one has survived.”

“I don’t have a choice, amigo.”

João sighed, but he produced a map anyway. He also loaded Rudy down with supplies and equipment, in hopes that some of it would keep him alive.

It took Rudy most of the morning to even reach the first flat part of the large ravine. He decided not to make camp, eager to complete the climb. Unfortunately, it was near dark until he made it to the next stopping point, a small cave cut out in the side of the large, gray gorge.

There was something so beautiful about how haunting it was in the Caatinga, but Rudy couldn’t help but feel like he was being watched the whole time he made his ascent. He camped for the night, and tried to rest as much as he could.

When he awoke, he was shocked by his surroundings. The daylight revealed that it was not a small cave at all but the opening to a wide, hellish pit. If he had rolled over in the night, he may not have woken up at all. Rudy crossed himself, gathering his gear and heading back to the ridgeline.

The cache was there, right where he thought it would be, and right where João had spotted it as well. They must have used a helicopter to drop it in, and Rudy saw the large metal clip had been cut instead of detached. How they planned to get it out, he had no idea. They’d dropped it in a hell of a hurry, though.

Rudy planted the tracking devices, hiding them as best he could, and then surveyed his downward climb. He tried to get his footing on the craggy rockface, balancing himself on the sharp shards, but to no avail. Once he started to apply his weight to his foot, the rock would crack and crumble beneath his toes.

Hours went by, and he’d barely made it fifty yards down the cliff. It would be nightfall soon, and if he was stuck out there climbing in the dark, his chances of survival were low. The climbing anchors were unstable, and he’d needed too many of them, making the cliff unpredictable and unsafe.

Rudy spotted a shallow, flat ledge just below him. If he could just make it there, he might be able to rest long enough to try again.

He placed another anchor, and when he released his grip, he fell. The last thing he saw was the carabiner snap as he tumbled into the darkness.

“Ah, you are awake,” a voice called out to him in the darkness.

Rudy tried to open his eyes. His ears were ringing, and it felt like a hammer was pounding into his head. He was in agony, and for some reason, immobile.

He tried to sit up, his eyes adjusting to the light. But, he was tied down. As he regained more of his consciousness, he realized that he was trapped on a long, wooden table. Above him, old lanterns glowed dimly in the night, and there were wooden beams that arched upwards into a high ceiling.

Rudy gasped when he felt a cool compress soak down the back of his neck. It was her, he knew it. He could smell her scent; that sage and vanilla. The woman in white… the bruxa.

Her hands traveled up his spine, pressing the wet cloth hard against the base of his head and then around to the scratchy stubble on his jaw. Rudy felt the sting of adrenaline rush through his body as his eyes followed her, wide with anticipation. She’d stripped him bare, and his skin glowed in the low firelight, illuminating shining scars and old tattoos. As she circled him, stalking around him, she traced the outlines of them; his Los Vaqueros tattoo on his arm, the Virgin Mary on his back. She never took her hands off of his body until finally, she came around the front of him so he could see her in full view.

“What’s your name?” Rudy asked, trying to buy himself some time. His captive training kicked into high gear.

“I have had many names. First, their god named me Eve. Then, his people named me Lilith. Then, their children named me as a demon. What would you like to name me, Rodolfo Parra?”

“Whatever you want. Please, let me go,” he bargained with her, looking around for anything useful.

“You will go…” She grabbed his face roughly, “When I am done with you.”

“Okay,” Rudy breathed in a low whisper, his voice husky and dark, “Okay. Whatever you want.”

She let out a warm hum of approval, seeming to enjoy his surrender. She smiled, kissing him full on the lips, letting him taste coconut and cinnamon and that same familiar sage that haunted him in his truck.

“You are what I want, Rodolfo… What will you say to that? Can I still have… whatever I want?”

Rudy swallowed, his spit thick in his mouth, tasting her flavor as it slid down his throat. He nodded,

“Y-yes.”

She didn’t respond with her words. Instead, she mounted him on his wooden altar and all around him, hundreds of candles suddenly came alight, dousing the room in an orange, unearthly glow.

He gasped, and she slapped her palm across his mouth, stopping his breath from escaping. His eyes tracked her every movement. Rudy had never been so captivated by a beauty like hers. It had been a while since any woman had even touched him, and he couldn’t deny that he was hungry for whatever she had in store for him — no matter how occult it was.

“Just a little fun, meu amor. You honored me by taking me back to my village. So many men drive right by, fearful of a woman… or what they may do to one… but not you,” she pet his cheek softly, releasing his mouth, “Were you not afraid?”

Rudy shook his head, following her lips with his, letting her kiss him languidly. He sighed,

“No, I am not afraid of you.”

“Many are,” she moved her mouth down his throat, planting little warm kisses across his jugular vein, over his bulging Adam’s apple, down his chest matted with hair, sweaty and filthy from his climb.

He tugged at the straps across his wrist, threatening to touch her, his desire building,

“I don’t scare easy, bella.”

She laughed at him, but there was no malice in it. If anything, she seemed amused. Then, to Rudy’s sudden shock, she began to rub the wetness between her legs back and forth over his nearly-hard cock, smearing herself all over him. She was still in her dress, but because of the candlelight behind her, Rudy was treated to a nearly transparent view through it.

She dragged her soft folds up and down his dick, slicking his swollen head and sliding back down his generous shaft, pulling and pushing at his velvety, uncut skin. His breathing became more than labored; he was feral. He wanted to touch her so badly.

“Porfa, bella.” Please, pretty girl. He begged her, “Dejame tocarte.” Let me touch you.

“You are touching me, Rodolfo Parra,” she laughed again, throwing her head back and humping herself across him at a quicker pace, torturing him with her softness, feeling the way he shamelessly bucked his hips up toward her.

Then, she lifted away from him, leaving him only to feel the cool rush of air as it skated across his sensitive skin.

He gasped,

“No, please…”

“Shh, shh, shh…” She ran her hand down his cheek again and kissed his mouth, letting him explore her tongue with his, tasting each other in sloppy, lurid movements.

“Please, please…” He couldn’t help but beg her. He was so close, and she had yanked him away from the edge.

One of her hands snaked its way between her legs, reaching for him to jerk him off. The other pulled down the top of her dress, exposing her breasts to him. She wasn’t sure if the face he was making came from her touch or her display, but she didn’t care. She leaned forward just enough for him to barely reach her nipple, taking just the peak into his mouth, straining for more.

Then, he let his long tongue loll out of his jaws and loop itself around her tight nub, teasing her and making her gasp from her own pleasure.

Every time he would get close to the edge, he could feel his cock swell with pressure, setting itself up to shoot its heavy load, she would immediately stop everything she was doing. Eventually, he became a grunting, whimpering mess. Everything she did turned him on. She licked down the center of his chest and it made his cock twitch. When she kissed him on the neck, he thought he might come from just that if she didn’t have such a cruel grip around his cockhead.

Finally, she lowered herself onto him fully, letting his head pop gently into her soaking hole, and then… she just settled herself there. She didn’t rock forward or back; there was nothing but infinite warmth cascading over him like the fires of all of the candles around him. He was burning alive within her core.

“Mi amor! Porfa!” He whined, his voice high and ragged, steeped in pure desperation.

Each chance he got to thrust up inside of her, he took, greedily. But, every bit of reprieve was doled out to him by her, his new master. She was in full control of his pleasure, nearly to the point of pain. His balls were tucked so tight up against his body, he thought they would crush themselves into nothing, desperate to be emptied.

“Do you need to come, Rodolfo?”

“Yes! Please!” Rudy thrashed at his bindings, trying in vain to fuck her with what little leverage that he could, making little noises of discomfort and defeat as she held him steady, “Mmgh, ungh… please… ahh…”

“That’s too bad…” She pretended pity with her tone, removing him from her body and laughing at his screaming protests.

“No! No, please! Don’t… don’t leave me. Porfa, bella, it aches…”

“Your complaints are so loud, tsk tsk… Is that any way to treat your bride?” She chided him playfully, showing him a sinister smile before turning her hips and positioning them over his mouth.

She slowly lowered herself down onto his lips, and he began to eat her with a feral passion. Still, he was begging. By working his jaw against her as fervently as he could, he was making a case for himself, trying to show her that he would be good for her, that he could make her come. He shoved his tongue against her flesh with a furious need, fucking her as best he could with it and tasting himself on her skin.

Rudy could feel her muscles clenching for him, and her skin warmed. Then, he heard her delicious cries, shouted out in complete abandon, echoing across the high ceilings and reverberating back to him, trapping him in a cycle of her pleasure. It was so overwhelming that he felt himself falling over his edge as well, coming into nothing, heavy ropes of his own fluids pooling onto his chest and belly, settling in his navel, sticking in his hair.

When he awoke, he did so with a start. He found himself back in the farmhouse, the sun beaming through the filthy windows. João was standing at the foot of his bed in shock.

Rudy was unsettled by his presence, but could only stare back in confusion.

“Amigo…” João whispered, “You are alive?”

Rudy swung his legs over the edge of the bed, finding himself completely dressed. He turned to João and asked him,

“What happened? What day is it?”

“You… well, you were lost. It had been three days, and we thought the worst. Your friend, Colonel Vargas is here now to collect your things.”

Alejandro stood in the doorway, his eyes red and full of a particular sort of fear and relief all at the same time. He pulled Rudy up into his arms,

“Hermano! What happened?”

“There was a woman… she…” Rudy tried to explain, but he couldn’t. He was having a hard time even remembering what had happened to him.

But then, he could taste her. He could smell her. He could feel her skin as it slid across his. Everything about her surrounded him until he was dizzy.

“Ah! A woman? Well, that explains it. Vamos, you have a fuckin’ mountain of paperwork, pendejo. Haha! A woman… Dios mio…” Alejandro laughed his way out into the hall.

João and Rudy stayed in the small bedroom, staring at each other, knowing the truth yet unable to speak it.

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