#I wish it'd been lieutenant commander

[highwaytothedangerzone502]

Ghost Story - Chapter 41

Pairing: Rooster x Female OC

Word Count: 2344

Warnings: Mention of death

Summary: No one will miss a ghost. It'd been a running joke for as long as anyone could remember, something Ghost herself started, and she always said it with a smile on her face or with mirth in her voice. The untouchable stealth pilot in every sense of the word, no one could've predicted the depth of her turmoil over recent events, nor the extremes she would go to in order to protect the man she loved, not even those closest to her. Now, all that was left of the young aviator for Maverick, Hangman, and Rooster were the memories of the past, which would slowly fade with time. She'd come into their lives and made an unforgettable impression, and then, like a ghost, she was gone... Then again, ghosts can't die a second time.

Notes: None

Chapter Songs: She'll Leave You With A Smile Come Wake Me Up

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Maverick

If there was one wish Pete Mitchell had in life, it was for Bradley to never experience the grief and heartache that he had when Goose died in his arms. It was something a person could never truly come back from. It was a memory Maverick brought with him every time he launched for a mission, real and practice. 

Flying low over the site where Rooster and Ghost ejected, seeing his son cradling Ghost's body in the dark waves... Maverick had déjà vu. The sight made him want to vomit. Thank God Hangman hadn't seen it sooner. Thank God he had focused on the last enemy and had taken it out because if he had witnessed the scene beforehand, he surely would be as incapable of functioning as Maverick. 

Of course, he did come upon it afterward, and he demanded an update, but not a single soul would provide one. Maverick could hear the fear and desperation in the young pilot, the same emotions threatening to overwhelm Maverick, but the smallest yet most convincing voice told him to keep it together for Hangman's sake, for Bradley's sake, for his sake. Maverick couldn't face the idea of losing Ghost until his feet were on solid ground. He needed to have something underneath him to collapse on.

Hangman and Maverick circled the crash site until the rescue chopper arrived. Then, they stayed until it left, following the helicopter back and requesting to land the moment the craft set down on the carrier. Permission was granted. 

Maverick had never climbed out of a plane so fast. He raced toward sick bay with Hangman on his heels. Both men shouted at the others to get out of the way until they reached their destination, just in time to see Ghost be wheeled into the operating room, her pallor deathly pale and blue. A gurney transporting Rooster into another surgery room wasn't far behind. Maverick staggered back, unable to process the situation before him. His son, his daughter...

Hangman collapsed against the wall, bracing himself on his knees. Maverick placed a comforting hand on the aviator's back. If any words would've helped calm him down, Mav would've said them, but there weren't. He knew because the only statement to give him relief would be that Ghost and Rooster were going to be okay, but Maverick didn't know that, so he stayed quiet.

"Captain Mitchell, Lieutenant Seresin," Cyclone said, his typically commanding voice wavering. "My office. Now."

With lead feet, Maverick followed the admiral. Hangman shuffled weakly behind him. No one spoke a word until they stood behind closed doors. Warlock already stood in the office, staring out at the sea through the porthole, but he faced the men when they arrived. Cyclone sat in his chair and set his gaze upon the two pilots. Maverick ran through a million responses to the million questions the admiral could start with, but he had no answer to the one Cyclone did: "Are you two okay?"

Maverick cleared his throat, mainly to remove the knot from it. "We'll be better once we have an update on Rooster and Ghost, sir."

"Once I receive word on their condition, I'll let you know immediately. Now, what happened up there? How did this happen? Start from the beginning."

Shockingly, Hangman spoke up. "From what Maverick and I gathered, Ghost and Rooster survived their initial ejections and regrouped. Somehow, they stole an enemy plane and took off without interference from the terrorists."

"How did you know it was them?" Cyclone inquired.

"Ghost pulled a Cobra maneuver and got behind me, but instead of shooting me, disengaged and headed toward the three enemy fighters and took one of them out. I flew close enough to them at one point and recognized Rooster's helmet in the back. Maverick and I both confirmed it when we were over the ocean and flew alongside them."

"Why did they have to eject?"

Maverick clenched his hands behind his back as he answered, "They flew through my jetwash, sir. They were behind me, and I had to pull up suddenly. Ghost tried to get out of the way in time but-"

"Her focus was on Rooster," Hangman jumped in. "She kept turning around to look at him, and he wasn't moving except when the plane moved, so I think he passed out. I'm sorry, sir, but that's all we've been able to conclude."

I nearly killed them. I should've moved out of the way sooner. I should've led the plane away from them. I should've-

"I see. I guess we'll have to get the full story from Lieutenants Winchester and Bradshaw. Warlock, escort Lieutenant Seresin to your office and have him write up an incident report. Captain Mitchell, I need you to remain behind for a moment."

Maverick and Hangman shared a concerned glance, but neither said a word. The pilot and the rear admiral exited the room. Cyclone stood and walked over to the window. "Maverick, I understand you feel responsible for the aviators you take under your wing, almost like they are your own kids, especially Rooster and Ghost. However, just because you develop familial relationships with your pilots does not mean you can call them your son or daughter as a tactic to convince me to launch you in a time of crisis."

"I wasn't calling Ghost my daughter for the hell of it, sir," Maverick said defensively. "She is my daughter."

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Hangman

He hated leaving Maverick behind, questioning what Cyclone wanted to talk to the captain about. Hopefully, he didn't berate Maverick. The pilot didn't deserve any reprimanding of the sort. Hangman knew that Maverick, like him, could think of nothing but Ghost and Rooster's wellbeing, if they were okay, if they were alive. To go through everything they did, it was a wonder they didn't die after their first ejection. To survive a second one, most likely with pre-existing injuries... it seemed unfathomable, even for Ghost, who had a habit of knocking on death's door and running away before he answered. One day, he'd catch up to her. Hopefully, that wasn't today.

Still, the image of Ghost- eyes closed, unmoving, and blue in the face- being wheeled into surgery for God knows what refused to leave his mind. Even after taking his time to change out of his flight gear, even after taking a long shower, even after changing into clean, comfortable clothes, Hangman found himself about to break, so he headed to the only place he could think of. Keeping his head down, Jake navigated through the carrier to the main hangar. He found a quiet spot with a view of the black sky and sea, away from prying eyes so no one could see the tears welling in his eyes. Hangman pulled out his phone and opened up his photos, scrolling slowly through his old ones of him and Ghost. There were photos of him and Ghost in Puerto Vallarta with their families during high school, pictures of them at school dances, their first, exhausting days at the Naval academy where both of them looked ready to murder someone, namely themselves for choosing this career path, although flying jets certainly made up for it. However, the first memory that caused a smile to spread across his face, temporarily breaking through his melancholy, was of Ghost and Ghoul having a sisterly chat about Ghost's newfound relationship with Hangman. Ghoul had made some raunchy comment, and her sister chucked a pillow at her. 

Hangman watched a few times before moving on. The next video that appeared was of Ghost watching The Winter Soldier for the first time and her excitement for one of the end scenes while eating a bowl of cereal. She had almost dumped it on the couch because she got so into the movie, but Ghost caught herself and the bowl in time.

The last one he could bear to watch was a more recent video of Ghost chatting and drinking with the Daggers. The background noise all but masked the conversation, but Hangman could still tell she enjoyed herself, despite the wistful glances in Rooster and Bryn's direction.

Where had everything gone so wrong? How had Ghost made such a miscalculation when trying to cut off the enemy? Had she meant to do it? Hangman recognized she'd been going through the wringer between losing her mom, falling out with Rooster, with Bryn temporarily, and Jake himself, having no family left... it couldn't be easy. But had it gotten that bad that he hadn't seen it? Of course, they'd been at odds for the past couple of weeks. If it had been this upsetting to her, he wouldn't have had time to notice, and if Ghost died, it'd be his fault for creating the mess they were in.

I'm not ready to lose her, God. He prayed, staring down at his clenched hands. It's not her time to go. I know it. Please, God. Let her pull through this. She didn't come this far to die now.

Soft footsteps approached from behind, and Hangman hoped whoever it was didn't find him silently weeping behind the boxes. 

"Hangman?" Maverick's fatherly tone caused Jake to look up involuntarily. He saw the captain through blurred tears. "How are you holding up?"

If it had been anyone else- Cyclone, Warlock, another of the Daggers, even Rooster- Hangman would've lied and said he was good. But Maverick was different. Maverick had been there. He knew better. "Not well," Jake admitted, sniffling and looking back down. "I'm not ready to lose a wingman, let alone Ghost. Especially Ghost..."

Maverick sat next to him. "It's why you like flying alone."

"Yes, sir. How did you know?"

"Because I'm the same way. It usually comes from losing one prior. Who was it for you?"

Hangman sighed, shifting his gaze to the white caps in the black water formed by the cruising carrier. "Ghoul, Ghost's sister. We were almost as close as I was to Ghost. She was my sister too. Before I started dating Ghost, and the three of us would go out to bars, Ghoul would be my wingman in helping me pick up girls," he admitted, smiling at the memory. "I wasn't as confident back then as I am now, so she helped me out. When she died, it felt like I'd lost my wingman, and it killed a little bit of my soul. I didn't want to feel that way again. I get people think I'm going to leave them hanging in the air, but that's not the case. I'd rather fly alone than be in a team because I don't want anyone dying on my watch."

"How did you get your callsign?"

"It was one of the many reasons Rooster and I became at odds with each other, but he gave it to me unwittingly. We'd been up in the air together for a practice hop, and I left him to go take care of one of the enemies. I got mine, he got taken out, and he called me a 'God damn Hangman.' Well, it stuck, and that sowed the seeds of our rivalry. Then we both fell in love with Ghost, and it all went to hell."

"Did she know that?"

"I told her Rooster was into her, but she didn't believe me. I chose not to push it, hoping if she never saw his interest, she would never pursue him. Of course, I stupidly ended up breaking things off with her, and they'd maintained their friendship, so she went to him for support, he was gladly there for her, and that was the beginning of the end for us. Even when we got back together, there was always this little fear in me that part of her heart belonged to Rooster, that it'd be there even if I asked her to marry me, and that overthinking caused me to be my own worst enemy. I unintentionally distanced myself from her, she broke up with me thinking I was about to do the same, and I didn't chase after her... I don't have many regrets in life, but that's my biggest. I should've treated her better, I should've trusted her more, and now I've lost her, possibly for good, and I don't know what to do. I never- I never thought she'd be the one I lost up there. Ghost is... Ghost. You can't kill a ghost a second time."

"I mean, technically, you can in the Supernatural world," Maverick said. The unexpected joke and surprise that the famous Pete Mitchell watched the show caused Hangman to let out a brief but genuine chuckle. Judging by the slight smile on the captain's face, it'd been an intentional one to break through Jake's melancholy. He had needed.

"Captain Mitchell, Lieutenant Seresin." Maverick whirled around at the sound of Cyclone's voice behind them, but Hangman kept his head down, taking a few deep breaths to clear the tears from his eyes before he looked up to face the news he dreaded. Finally gathering the courage, he met Cyclone's eyes. Tears blurred his vision. The admiral continued, "Rooster is out of surgery and is awake and talking if you'd like to see him."

Maverick's shoulders sagged in relief. "Thank you, sir. We'll head there shortly. And Ghost?"

"I'm sorry, but I don't have an update on her yet. She's still in surgery." Cyclone bid the men goodnight, and Maverick turned to Hangman.

"You ready to head over?" he asked. "Or do you need some more time?"

"No, no, I'm good. I want to talk to Rooster, find out what happened out there," Hangman replied, wiping the tears from his face. "Hey, Mav? Before we go, can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Earlier, when you tried convincing Cyclone to let us launch, you called Ghost your daughter. Is there- are you-"

Maverick winced slightly. "It was a slip of the tongue. Don't worry about it. You ready?"

Hangman cleared his throat and his mind. "Yes, sir. Let's go."

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[vegadaone]

In the grim darkness, of the 41st millennium, there is only war.

(this doesn't take place in the main continuity of 40k, it's my own universe. keep this in mind when reading.)

Chapter One: Fleeting Resolve

'It's time men!' A commanding figure states from atop his steed.

     Couped up throughout an abandoned mining facility, were the remnants of a once great force. Imperial Guardsmen. Six hundred and fifty-six men remained, stationed in the desolate plains of a planet none cared to remember the name of. The mining facility had been fortified, well, reinforced the best way a small force was capable of, sandbags, old stone pillars reused to cover entrances, and for cover itself. Wind blew heavy against it's buildings, a calming sound of breeze echoing throughout the huge expansive hole left in the planets crust, near the end of the facility.

     'The xeno think us weak! Hindered by our losses! With this attack we show them wrong!' The man on his hot blood steed continues, clenching the reins to his mount. He was elevated above his force by the terrain, but even without the environment, his men saw him as an icon of the Imperium itself. The Imperium, that hadn't come to their aid.

     It'd been two months since they were deployed, they hadn't gotten reinforcements in that span of time. Vox communication was silent, the fleet they arrived on destroyed. The fleets they were waiting on to resupply them, never arriving. To put it shortly, they were dying.

     'Commissar Val, sir, may I speak?' A decorated soldier in tattered uniform salutes, her voice gravelly and weak, although her stature was bold and firm.

     Throughout the line of soldiers before Val, she had been the only one who spoke.

     'You may, Lieutenant.' The Commissar replies, the wrinkles on his face easing, as if it was a relief someone else was talking, even if it was for a moment.

     'I do not mean to question your judgement, but this raid could potentially damn us all. The vox-casters, along with the tech priests, are still working to get the mining facility's command room running to call for supp-'

     'We do this to survive. We're running low on rations... ammunition... resolve.' Val cuts the Lieutenant off, pauses, then continues. 'We die from starvation, or we die in his name. Either way, mortality takes us, Lieutenant Mein.' The Commissar stares her down, and she keeps his gaze.

     'Yes, sir.' Mein nods, returning her arm to it's original position.

     'Men! Will you fight with me?! Will you avenge your brothers and sisters, who have fought and died on this wretched planet?!' Val shouts, looking at the troops under his command.

     The courtyard howled, 'Yes sir,' in unison! Men marched out of the buildings sprinkled around the mining facility. Several Chimera transports exposing themselves from the larger structures, and two Leman Russ battle tanks following suit. Val looked at his men, deep inside he wished, this raid, his last battle. Emperor knows he's tired, even someone of his status isn't immune to fatigue, but he can't show it. He won't even think about letting it affect him. Every soldier here needed him, he was their only purpose. He was their resolve.

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 4p2

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[firelonewolf]

Meet You're Match

Summary: basically you're Hughie's older sister. After a call from Hughie of needing your help, you show up. You're like Billy, but a calm version but still on the same level to which Hughie finds entertaining along with the rest.

Pairing: Billy Butcher x Campbell! Reader

Authors Note: I thought it'd be funny for Billy to meet a calm yet diabolical version of himself. Who turns out to be Hughie's older sister. Because I figured it would be funny for him to literally meet his match. Sorry if it's not really romantic.

Calling you was the last thing Hughie expected himself to do. He loved you but it was complicated for the reason why. Recently you recovered fully well you're leg did from a fatal injury. The Boys recently need access to a secured area by Vought. When entering the hideout Hughie told you all about them. Frankly, you couldn't really care less how Billy Butcher acted. He warned you that he's short-tempered, and in other words very headstrong. But Hughie was sure of one thing, you worst compare to him but calmer. If the military taught you anything it was to remain calm. Your temper can't get in the way of it.

Coming down the stairs your footsteps were heavy and yet yelled that you're an authority figure. You're dog tags cling a bit at the rhythm of you're a movement. When you stepped down you felt pairs of eyes on you. Glancing around every corner you saw a man with a buzz cut with a woman. Then a muscular guy with one with a beard.

Hughie's lips slanted at this. A bit nervous about introducing them to you. Sure, you can handle yourself but he didn't know if they could handle you. You're his older sister who's more protective of him against the world. "Guys this is, (Y/N), my older sister." He introduced nervously at them.

"Pleasure to meet you," the buzzcut said he sounded as if he was french. He shook your hand which you greeted back.

"I didn't know Hughie had a sister. Names Marvin. But everyone calls me Mother's Milk," the muscular says with his hand out to you.

"Nice to meet you," you reply once more. Coming to face the guy with the beard who also had an accent.

"Billy Butcher, love" he comments before facing Hughie. "Hughie, can I talk to you for a second?" He gestures him to follow. To which they enter the bathroom away from the group. "Why did you bring her here? You're putting her in danger!"

"But she can help," Hughie replies back to Butcher.

"No, she can't. Supes find out shes you're sister they'll take her captive! She'll get mauled alive out there. Why on earth did you think she can help?" He inquires to him. Hughie knew one thing Butcher didn't, is that you can take out a whole armed building. Compare to him you're a badass, the one he wished he had the guts to be like.

Hughie wanted to defend you by yelling but was a bit to intimidated by Butcher. He didn't know who he was a daring underestimate. Underestimating you were like challenging a pit bull to bite you. You're sweet like they can be, but once you're jaw locked from a commanded attack it's a whole different story. "She can help though! She was in the military. Her branch was the army, and she knows how to hack firewalls and she was special ops! She's tougher than what she looks." He tried to explain before seeing Butcher puzzled.

"Than why isn't she still there?" He remarks back to him.

"Look don't tell I told you, but she was forced retire shes only a couple of years older. And was almost an official captain. But she had to retire at First Lieutenant, but it because of a fatal injury from a tour." He began to explain, he remembered having to run to the hospital for you. He recalled the day vividly it was normal until your guy's father received a call. Like always you're father was flipping out anxious about the entire thing of what happened. How they both sprinted to the hospital to see you lying a bed with you're leg bandaged. The doctor explained a bullet went through your bone, and that you were held captive for a bit. Enough to harden you more, but to include when you fought your way out you managed to have a bullet shatter you're lower leg. To which they had to repair with another bone.

Hughie sat by your bed for almost all night after you're surgery. He spent his time off of work to remain by your side as you did for him. One time he got sick when you were nine and he was six. Hughie got sick with a fever, to where you sat all night at the side of his bed. You slept on the floor of his room, and helped cooked his meals and gave him medicine. Day and night you spent there especially watching cartoons with him.

You were different after you're mother left. Developing into a reckless angered force of nature worst than Billy. You got upset a lot especially when someone picked on Hughie or made a comment about your father. Hughie was there console you when you felt depressed. In this world, you were lost and confused and he felt awful witnessing it.

Then you started to ROTC which made you more neutral than just simply angry. Hughie saw you evolve from a tornado to a simple rainstorm. You found happiness doing these things. Going to college at West Point was a shift for Hughie. He was used to having you and his dad, but now it was just him and his dad. You made sure to call every week to keep him company when he felt alone.

For a while, you were happy than came home and announced you're joining the military. Hughie accompanied you to all the ceremonies to where you climbed the ranks with ease. Then you arrived at the hospital, broken like you were after your mother died. You're downfall made Hughie upset with the world, with how it took you and shattered you after a period of happiness. Coming from the hospital he found they forced retirement on you.

They paid your physical therapist where you cracked further. Hughie saw you as strong, but this time the second wave left you damaged. You sat on the couch munching on whatever junk food you could find for three weeks. Hughie got upset when he saw the similarities between his father and you. One early morning he forced you out of bed convincing you to go on a run with him.

He of course tapped into you're competitive side, not to where you were threatened by him. To the point, it would motivate you to get up and run it out. He took you to central park, to where you both raced. Depressed at first before getting excited, until you were struck by pain. You yelped angrily in pain, with tears in you're eyes you cried into your knees on the ground of the walking path. You were upset you couldn't keep up and pained yourself. To where he hugged you and encouraged you to get back up and walk while encouraging you you'll be back to where you were in no time.

That's when you put effort at your physical therapy molding back into yourself. Original self to the point Hughie recognized. But he knew you were lost, currently working at a gym for self-defense. It wasn't the same for you, this where Hughie thought you could come in. He called you yesterday leaving a voicemail pleading for your help. To where you decided to help him with this job, his new job. "What kind of fatal injury?" Butcher questioned at him.

"Leg. She was held captive in Afghanistan. Beaten and starved. She escaped but something went through her bone-shattering. They replaced it but she was forced to retire. Don't tell her I told you, it still affects her severely. She's been recovered for over a year, and she still remembers the tactics they used. She can get into this facility in and out! Trust me, she's way stronger than any of us, well, except for Kimiko because of her powers. But still! She can do it." He explained to him. Billy on the other hand was somewhat convinced.

Surviving captivity and were in special ops, you had to be something to be part of that. He wants to take Hughie word, he wouldn't lie about this right? From what you found out soon enough the plan was to go into the facility. Impersonate people that work there and try to get some files downloaded from the system. More dirt on Vought did more good than bad. But Billy insisted that you and MM would go in while Frenchie, Hughie, and Kimiko go get the security cameras to get down.

Now getting in the facility wasn't the hard part. You dressed as a guard assistants a nurse while the other two dressed in scrubs. Apparently, experiments went on here, but you weren't sure what they were about. From what you read the experiments were on the west wing of the facility. This was mainly security, equipment, and file the south wing of it.

Searching the rooms was a bit complicated especially when all three of you had to act busy. Guards passing you many times to the point where you acted as if you were them. Heading to your position. All three of you acted as if you were heading to the south wing. Until you noticed from the corner of you're eye the cameras lowered.

Automatically you slung the rifle around you and made sure to keep a couple of firearms and knives and a smoke bomb on you. "You take that room, I'll take this one," MM tells you to which you nod in response.

"Holler if something happens," you tell him. He nods before you two split as Butcher digs in another room. As you scavenged the room you mumbled please hoping you would find it. Underneath the uniform's boots, you felt the ammunition clips pressing against your skin.

You found a filing cabinet and begin to dig through it. As you saw searched you saw the marks about each file. Except for one, it was tallied in red to where you took it out. Digging in you found nothing and groaned. Then heard the alarm to where your ears perked. Racing out you grabbed you're rifle, as the boots stomped against the floor.

Holding the barrel directed to the MM and Billy as they rose it. "Sorry, accidentally pulled the alarm," Billy comments to you and MM. "Not on purpose though," you know he didn't. They must've put a hidden camera of some sort.

"Keep your hands where I can see them!" One guard commanded there was ten in total not to include you. "When I say fire, do it!" He says keeping his hand up. "Ready," you cut him off throwing a smoke bomb amongst them. Than cocked the rifle and began to fire. You didn't need to know that the rest were ready for a fight.

Coughing one of them grabbed you to where you loosened getting out of it and kicked them in the lower jaw. A bullet went through them before they knew it flashes of gunfire could be seen. Once the smoke cleared, MM and Billy witnessed your work. Cocking it back again you fired a couple of more bullets. Before two guards grabbed you, you kneed one on the floor before grabbing your handguns. The rifle remained against you're back.

Watching Billy wanted to help, but MM told him to say back. They wanted to see what you're truly capable of and it was happening before them. You put in the clips slickly before putting a bullet in another and use the other as a shield. Four guards fired at the fellow guard as you use them to block the bullets. You threw the corpse at them before firing at two. Where two tried to get you in a headlock again, but you kneed one in the face and kicked another in the stomach.

Firing one bullet in one, to where you grabbed the other in the neck firing a bullet into the bottom jaw. Blood was splattered on the uniform and you. Taking off the helmet you're hair was frizzy with sweat on you. Your heart was pounding a bit of blood was on your face. Butcher stood in the far end of the hall shocked at what he witnessed. "That was fucking diabolical! What was that?" MM stared at the sight before him.

Wordless for a moment before putting his hands on hips at this. "I think you just met your match." He remarks to him.

From the glass of a door, you stared at you're a reflection. Before seeing a guy on the floor groaning on his knees. Automatically a trigger clicked you fired a bullet in the head to make it quick. Before sensing more people, turning you saw you're brother and his group staring. Blood dripped a bit from the left side of you're head. Flashes came back of you're time in the service, it didn't bother you that you slaughtered them. It wasn't right, but it was in defense of others.

You shut your eyes before walking out heading to the van. "You're right, Hughie, we shouldn't underestimate her" Frenchie remarks to them.

"You think? She doesn't even have powers. Yet look at this damage!" MM comments as they all begin to exit the building.

"I thought I had something more comparable to your rest, but she has clearly more," Butcher said. Yeah, he knows how you're equal in the defense department compare to him. He was asking why you bring all of that, now he knows why. He could only wonder what could he do to peek your wild side not you're defense side. He thinks that would be hot, it sort of made his blood pump at the thought and he liked it. Hughie on the other hand is happy that they know that you're actually useful. You're experienced in these sorts of things, but he knows he'll have to make sure you're okay. You're a fighting force, but you need his help as much as he needs yours. While all of you got in the van you noticed they got the file at least. "Well love, good job! Good thing you're not some out of practice cunt." Butcher grins and pats your shoulder.

"Told shes good," Hughie gives a slanted grin at this. You warmly smiled in response as they started to drive off. "First Lieutenant Campbell people!" He says proudly but still shaken by what happened earlier.

"Sorry if I got a bit carried away," you say with a nervous smile. "Wish I didn't have to do that though," you say messaging you're kneecapped as you stare at the floor of the van.

"It's alright they were all cunts anyway," Butcher replies with a sly grin.

"They were about to shoot you guys," Frenchie says.

"I know, but I don't like killing. Even if I'm good at it," you comment gazing at the unloaded handgun in your boot.

"Its alright love, you'll definitely be a bigger asset to us than you think with those kinds of moves!" Billy remarks again to which you nod. Billy already liked you, now he knows you're able to do damage to Vought like him. You both may be different but you both have the same fire. He noticed in the way you fought them, it's just you're more tamed compare to him. And he was looking forward to getting to know you better as time goes by. There has to he more (Y/N) Campbell then a simple retired soldier. Perhaps MM was right, he sort of just met his match.

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