"Did any of you put the white bottle of meds in your pack before we left?" I asked as I started digging though my kit, looking for my own bottle.
"Sorry lass, didn' get a chance ta" Soap replied, tucking away his own medkit as the others were digging through theirs.
Ghost forgot to pick it up from the medbay, Price was too busy with mission prep, and Gaz did have it in his bag but considering said bag currently laid in the ocean a couple thousand miles away....
"Godfuckingdammit!" I snapped as I went into the kitchen, opening cupboards trying to see if I could find something, anything that would help me.
"Mind telling us what the issue is, carrot?" Gaz asked from behind me, nearly causing me to yelp. Never got used to him being that quiet.
"Not particularly." I growled out as I stalked towards the back of the house, grabbing my bag and my jacket, heading towards the door. I managed to get halfway through it before a hang grabbed my pack, tugging me back inside, spinning me around and slamming me into the wall besides it.
"And just where the fuck do you think you're going?" It was Ghost, glaring down at me.
"...I... honestly don't know. I just need to leave."
I saw him pause, then he pulled down his balaclava just under his nose.
It took all of two seconds before he let go of me, staring back at me with an expression I couldn't place and honestly wasn't sure I wanted to.
"You're going into heat," this time it was Price, with concerned look on his face.
"Wha' the bloody hell is your plan when you get outta here, just run an' hope no one gets't ya? Fuckin idiot." Soap now was besides Ghost, arms crossed over his chest as he also glared at me.
"I was going to get someone and take care of this, I'm certainly not staying here with you guys-"
A/N: This was supposed to say "Bad day" but whoops. I'm tired. anywho, this seriesis inspired by some other authors with their own 'Sunshine series' yet my main take was wanting a main character who is a housewife ish and is fed up with their shit. They're all scared of this rabbit shifter because she's put up with them for this long. There's a whole backstory and lore and such if you want me to get into it, but for now here's 'Bay day' lol
Warnings: Lots of language, mentions of bodily harm.
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Tagging: @tyler-t0t
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Nothing seemed to be going right.
First, it was a downpour all day, meaning I couldn’t even drive to the farmer’s market since they had announced that they were going to be closed for the weekend since the weather was so severe.
It also meant that I had to rush outside to the garden in my new, clean, white sundress, getting mud all over it as I hustled the chickens and ducks back into the coop, and ran around gathering all the tomatoes I could find before they split from the excess rain, some of them already splitting as I gathered them into my dress, staining it red and coating it with tomato seeds.
They boys were all on base today, yet weren’t coming home anytime soon both due to the weather and due to the paperwork they were getting held up with from their last couple missions.
And today was a Sunday, meant to be a relaxing, self-care, pampering day for me, yet here I am, running around like I lost my head.
I had just started to dry my hair with a kitchen towel before I remembered that there were sheets hanging outside on the line to dry - one of the perks of living with a team I guess, is that even with an industrial washer and dryer, it still didn’t cut the amount of laundry this house went through during the week.
“Oh for fuck’s sake!” I yelled as I ran back outside, skipping putting on the rainboots and just decided to go barefoot, easily hopping the small gate that kept the animals on the fenced side of the yard. My ears twitched as the rain hit them, and I flattened them against my head as I muttered curses to myself as I tore the sheets off the drying rack and ran back inside, about to toss them into the dryer before I realized my dress had covered them in mud.
I opened the washer, expecting it to be empty, yet was greeted with the sight and smell of Soap’s mildew-y clothes that have definitely been sitting in the washer for the last two days, unswitched.
“Motherfucker.” I hissed as I dropped the sheets on the floor and grabbed a laundry pod and some scent beads, throwing them into the washer and starting his clothes on a hot, heavy washer since half of it was his workout gear.
I shook my head as I felt some of the water starting to reach my inner ears, causing them to twitch and me to wince and I quickly grabbed a spare cloth and quickly cleaned them out, hating the feeling of water in them.
I could faintly hear my phone buzzing from upstairs, and I jogged up there only to be greeting with Price’s contact, wanting a voice call.
I answered as I opened the dishwasher, realizing I forgot to start it before I went to bed last night, the pod door still closed tight.
“Hey love, looks like we might be running even later tonight, there’s a new recruit….” He started as I held the phone between my shoulder and head and tried to start the dishwasher again.
“What time should I have dinner on the table then?” I interrupted him as he was telling me about how they were going to be training not just one but several new recruits, causing them to be home around eight pm at the earliest.
“Oh, uh, probably around nine or ten then?” He questioned.
I just shut my eyes and sighed for a moment, before nodding.
“I’ll get some stew in the crockpot then, today’s not going too great so I doubt I’ll be up that late.”
“That’s alright dove, we can just pick up food on the way over.” I heard Ghost’s voice, causing me to pause for a moment.
“Am I on speaker?” I asked softly.
“Yeah, we jus’ got out of a meetin’ “ Soap replied. Sounds like everyone was there.
“I’m implementing a new rule: Set a fucking timer on your phones for your laundry. Next batch that grows mildew in the washer will go into the burnpit.”
A hushed silence answered me, before I heard a smack! and Soap yelling out.
That was definitely Gaz. He’s the only one who actually takes care of his laundry on time.
The washer beeping from downstairs gathered my attention, and I said my round of ‘be safe’ and ‘don’t kill the newbies’ before I hung up and tossed my phone on the couch, only for it to slide off and land on the wooden floor, landing screen-first.
“Oh that definitely fucking broke.” I sighed, padding over to it and picking it up, wincing as I saw shards of glass left behind on the ground.
A slew of expletives left me that would’ve left Soap blushing, and I set it face-up on the coffee table and headed downstairs, switching over laundry and starting half of the sheets in the washer before heading back upstairs, and cleaned up the mess my phone made.
It was around three at this point, so I gathered some thawed meat out of the fridge and some vegetables and went to work putting together and stew for the boys that could be left cooking for the next several hours. Halfway through chopping up the carrots, the dryer buzzed, scaring me enough that I accidentally sliced into my finger instead, causing me to yelp and immediately hold it to myself, using my dress as a pressure dressing as I rushing into the bathroom and yanked out the medkit from under the sink. Only to find it fucking empty.
I hissed at finding this, heading back into the hallway and pulling open the doors and finding the spare medkit things, disinfecting and wrapping up my fingers. (Turns out I nicked two, not just one.)
I didn’t bother putting away the items since I knew I needed to refill the medkit anyways, leaving the bloody wrappers and roll of gauze on top of the box.
I headed downstairs, switching laundry again, and set up the drying lines we had in the laundry room for the sheets, carefully setting them up, not noticing spots of blood getting on the edges from my fingers.
After switching laundry I headed back upstairs, my phone buzzing with an incoming call from Soap, which I didn’t even bother touching as I was not about to get shards of glass into my fingers.
I finished making dinner, setting it up in the crockpot on medium heat, and didn’t bother cleaning up the kitchen as I collapsed on the couch, about ready to cry my eyes out.
Instead, I fell asleep, my body exhausted, and about jumped out of my skin when I heard the door open and several voices.
About thirty minutes had passed, leaving me groggy as shit, blinking sleep out of my eyes as they shuffled inside, dropping off bags of something on the counters as Price made his way to me.
“I know we’re a little early but-holy fuck, what happened?” He started, causing everyone to immediately stop and head my way, causing me to be crowded by everyone. I could barely keep the tears out of my eyes, explaining that today was just horrible.
“C’mon, let’s get you out of that dress and into something warm, bun.” Gaz spoke softly to me and Price starting giving instructions to the rest of the boys: Konig and his crew were to take care of the animals and check the perimeter, Ghost was to help with laundry, Soap was on dish duty, Price was going to finish up with putting away the groceries which I later learned were from them going to the farmer’s market ass-early in the morning before the sky opened up to make sure I got what I needed for the week. Keegan took it upon himself to restock the medkit, and helped rebandage my hand as I sat on my bed, Gaz sitting behind me, softly brushing my tangled mess of hair.
