Fangs (Gus x reader) chapter 3. Spoiler :
🐥A conversation between your twin brother and Gaz.
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"As adults we make our own decisions. But I must selfishly ask this of you, sergeant..."
"Wha'?"
"Please don't abandon my sister like I did."
Gaz turned around. He couldn't help but widen his eyes. It's clear you and Garrett were twins but seeing him up close with the sunlight coming from the hall's windows made the resemblance all the more remarking. The eyebrows, the eyes, the nose, the lips...The sad expression, though his was more noticeable. Kyle looked away with a bitter half smile before he retorted.
"You can't amend your past decisions on me."
"I am not."
"Listen, man. I'm not some short of-... Second chance. You can't expect me to do whatever you tell me t' do in order ta' heal your traumas." The young soldier pointed out taking a step closer and digging a finger on the other male's chest. "Get fucking checked. Then, I may listen."
The moment Gaz turned Garrett grunted latching an arm around the sergeant's making him turn harshly and grab the doctor by the collar.
"You are scared-" Gaz arched a threatening brow at this making Garrett rectify "You are worried. I know the full story, Kyle..."
That seemed to crack something in Gaz, as he let go of the heaving doctor.
"Of course I'm worried. You haven't seen what I've seen..." He muttered in a defeated tone, and your brother stood in silence but with a very invested look urging Gaz to continue.
"After what happened with Hassan... She changed drastically. We could be joking or doing any fucking thing we usually did and she'd space out or act like... Like she was fakin'." The sergeant looked down, his cap shadowing his face compleatly as his hands fondled with his gloves. "I remember the time we came back to the base after the very first mission we had after Hassan... How she showered, did her paperwork and headed to the mess hall. There was this old tv there, we found it in the garbage months back." He explained letting out a small chuckle at the memory of you and Johnny trying to convince Price to bring it even though none of you knew how to repair it.
"I asked her to join me so we could talk and she just said she had to watch this stupid program she had been waiting to watch for a long time..." He went quiet for a moment. Garrett furrowed but listened intently. "An hour later I came back and she'd be sitting on the old couch blankly looking at the black screen... Probably staring at her own reflection as soldiers passed by and talked shit... I couldn't bare it-" He choked out and the doctor sympathized.
PTSD.
"Was that the moment you distanced yourself from (y/n)?"
"No." The brit quickly responded. "I stood back the morning after we found the people who had bad-mouthed her beaten gravely, BITTEN, bloodied and resigning from their posts. They spent hours at Price's office, he made 'em promise they wouldn't say a word."
"A word about what?" Asked the doctor.
"About (Y/n) beating them almost to death after they called her a fucking cannibal?" He replied with the most sarcastic tone. Garrett knew this deeply affected the Brit, so it didn't get to him. They stayed there in silence until Gaz spoke again.
"Next mission she almost got as all killed. She was too distracted with her own bloodbath she didn't listen a word Price said. Only Ghost managed to refocus her attention to the main task. Since then, him and Price monitored her closely while all of us feared she'd mistake us for the enemy... How can I trust my battle sister if she's... Loosing herself?" He trembles "It's like... Even in death, Hassan keeps fucking with us... She killed him but he killed something in her as well as her image."
It was the pain in Gaz's voice. The sincerity, the raw ache what made the doctor clear his throat, look down and finally plant a hand to the other man's shoulder.
"Have you thought that, perhaps... (Y/n) is still stuck in that room with Hassan? That, in her mind, she's still fighting with him, and the less support she receives the clearer the defeat gets?"
Gaz slowly looked up at Garrett with a perplexed expression.
"You are more of a brother for her than I've ever been. You were present, supportive to a point. She trusts you." The steadiness in which Garrett spoke was one of a true professional psychologist, but the emotions radiating from his vulnerable gaze uncovered his inner child, a twin brother that ached for his long lost sister, his other half. And saw himself reflected in Kyle Garrick.
"You feel her pain as if it belongs to you, Kyle. You two may hold a bond like ours as twins... But stronger. Do you love her?"
"She was-" Gaz clears his throat "She's like a sister...Of course I fucking love her..."
"She is our sister. Do take care of one another. Don't run, don't do as I did...Trust my words. The pain will never lessen, it will only increase the furthest you try to leave her behind."