Reblogged vals-lente
Chapter two!!
You slowly woke up, disoriented and dizzy. “Shit…” Your hand went to fly up to your head, but you soon realised your hands were tied behind your back. Your memories of the situation coming back to you. You came to your senses immediately. Fully waking up, eyes darting around wherever you were.
A dimly lit concrete room with a sad excuse of a hanging light, a metal table, chair, and a matching door.
You huffed in defeat, wriggling your wrists around, ultimately doing more harm than good. “Fucking hell.” Sighing, you leaned down to rest your head against the cold table.
You figured it might be a while so you decided to close your eyes.
“Sleeping after you just woke up, eh?” You shot straight back up as soon as you heard a voice. You search around the room again, looking in the darker corners. Still nothing. “Tch, intercom and camera in the top right corner.” Your eyes shot to the top right corner of the room, a flashing red camera and a speaker. “There you go.”
“Listen I can explain—“ Your throat becoming harsh, trying to plead to your captors.
“Enough. Captain is coming in soon. Just had to check if you were awake.”
And as soon as he finished his sentence, the door to the room opened. “Thanks Lieutenant.” He nodded to the camera as he closed the door.
Price began to walk around you, like a shark circling its prey. “Impressive aren’t you? Y’know you barely left a trace.” He stopped in front of you, splaying his hands on the table. “But you did. A slither of a trace.” His index and thumb emphasising how little you left behind. “Almost as if you wanted to get caught.”
Honestly, you did leave it on purpose. You enjoyed fucking with people, making them paranoid. But it was so minuscule, how did they even trace it back to you? “I just wanted to see how much I could get away with...”
“But you lead us straight to you, hmm? Not so confident now, are you?” He stood back up, smirking. “We extracted the data on your computers to get all the other information you shared to others. People don’t think highly of you due to your prices, eh?”
To say that struck a nerve was an understatement. “Hey! I risked my life to get your stupid shit! Like i care what some paranoid, military freaks think! They’re dumb fucks for buying it!”
Something in his eyes flashed. “And look at where that got you.” Smirking, before he rubbed his hand down his face, stopping to scratch his beard.
“Listen.” He sighed, hesitation clear in his voice. “You’re familiar with Laswell, yes?” You nodded, confused on where this was going. “Fuck.” His eyes darted to the camera, returning to you before continuing. “She’s offering you a deal.”
This shocked you. You figured they’d would’ve just thrown you in some black site for the rest of your life, figuring you were just some moron who had too much time on their hands. But it did pique your interest. “What kind of deal?”
“Be our intelligence.” Your eyes almost popped out of your head, your jaw dropping. “She believes in your abilities. Thinks they can be more of a use here, instead of selling to your ‘paranoid, military freaks’.”
You didn’t know what to say. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go, a bullet in your head would’ve been less shocking. “What’s in it for me?”
Price scoffed at you, crossing his arms. “You get to live. Laswell is putting our lives on the line, recruiting you. Prove your worth, gain our trust and be an asset to the team. Otherwise there’s plenty of people who are after your head. Best hope we don’t offer you to them alive.” You gulped hard at those last few words. Honestly it seemed like you had no choice in the matter.
To live, or to die.
“Fuck.” The cogs were visibly turning in your head, weighing out the pro only pro and only con. “I don’t want to die…” You looked back up at Price, scanning his face before continuing. “I’ll do it.” You let your head slouch back, looking at the ceiling.
“Good choice. I’ll get someone to help you out, then we’ll finalise everything.” He turned, nodding to the camera.
You lifted up your head, arms yanking at the zip ties. “You can’t help me out?”
“I need to fix the mistakes you made.” Muttering as he looked back at you, reaching for the door. “I’m sure the lads will be happy to help you out.” He smirked before leaving you alone once again.
I want to have longer chapters cause I honestly just prefer them :p maybe next chapter… hope you enjoy or something ^^
Hello every nyan… this is my first fic on tumblr!! This is f!reader and treat this as if it’s 18+ even with out the smut!!! (it is coming)… I’m deciding on who I want this to be paired with but honestly, I might just write separate endings for all four or maybe poly ending? Don’t know, we’ll see. TAGS WILL BE UPDATED!!!1!1!1!
Something something hacker reader that’s really into knowing what about classified governments, special forces and agencies around the world are doing.
You look into what conflicts they’re involved in, the details of said conflicts past and present, and the details of the officials involved.
Of course you were careful with what you did, hell you took extra, extra precautions.
Yet, it wasn’t unusual for you to sell bits and pieces of what you found to paranoid freaks online, but it didn’t happen quite often. Your exchange rate for information was hefty, only a person who desperately wanted such classified information would bite. Yet you got careless. You got greedy.
So when someone was willing to pay an absurd amount to get details on members of a special task force, you were blinded by the sheer amount of zeros they offered to look into the person that was offering.
Little did you know you were selling the task force’s information straight back to them.
Only once the exchange was over, did think it was a little weird. They used proper punctuation and seemed unfazed maybe even dismissive of the information than other assholes you sold information to. For someone to be so cooperative, willing and civil when dealing with classified details— You shot up and looked back at the account you sold it to.
Gone.
“Shit!” It was far too late. Shutting down everything, moving money from bank accounts, turning it into cash or even running away wasn’t worth it at this point. You knew they had your general location and details locked.
You still gave it your all, grabbing a duffel bag and your necessities and bolting out the door without looking back.
You were deeply out of shape and air burned your lungs as you ran a few blocks. People on the sidewalk looked as you were on drugs. You may as well be with the amount of adrenaline running through your veins.
You knew a highly populated place would be good, perfect, to hide in, but the closest thing was the mall. It wouldn’t be your first option but it’s something.
You gathered yourself, calming down while you rounded a corner to the bank in the mall to withdraw a few days worth of cash. If you were lucky you weren’t caught. It was risky, but you had to. As you were about to walk in, you spotted familiar faces.
Members of Task Force 141. You recognise their faces from their files that you had sold. Captain John Price and Sergeant Kyle “Gaz” Garrick.
How did they get here so fast?! Did they already know your location before the sale?
You turned around slowly, to not arouse suspicion, but of course they saw you before you fully turned. And you did what you did best. You bolted again.
You knew you were cornered, hell, you were fucked. So you tried to delay the inevitable, you hid in one of the stalls in the ladies room. Holding your hand over your mouth to steady your breathing, pulling your legs and bag onto the toilet seat. As you heard two pairs of boots enter the room.
“She can’t be this daft can she?” A man with a Scottish accent scoffed. “Hacked our fuckin’ data bases with barely a trace ‘n yet hides in a bloody toilet stall!”
You heard banging on toilet stalls, doors hitting the walls as they slammed open. Fucking great. It was only a matter of time until they came to yours.
“Y’ reckon she’s in the end one L.T?” He snickers again. Of course they’d bring out all four for a such threat like you. John “Soap” McTavish and Simon “Ghost” Riley. You were royally fucked.
Before long, you saw the two pairs of boots stop outside your stall, with a faint knocking. “If y’ dinnae come out lass, L.T over ‘ere is gonna ha’fta break the stall door down. Y’know he’s a scary bugger.”
You trembled at the thought of the stall door coming down unwillingly. “Okay…” There was a clear tremble in your voice as there was no use delaying the inevitable. You put your legs down and reached for the stall lock, unlocking it and opening the door with a trembling hand as well.
As you looked up with a tear ridden face, you saw two large men staring down at you.
“Y’ serious? This whimpering mess is the one that so confidently took our money?!” Soap ran his hand down his face. “Y’ right fuckin’ with me.” He huffed, looking at his lieutenant.
“Enough. Just zip tie and gag ‘er.” Ghost muttered before walking away.
“No! Please! I won’t resist—!” You pleaded, before Soap shoved some cloth into your mouth. He tossed your bag over his shoulder and pinned your arms behind your back to zip tie them.
“Christ, knock ‘er out for good measure too.” Ghost groaned.
And before you knew it, nothing.
Chapter two coming soon… at my own pace 💔 (this week prob)
