Excerpt BLUE FLACON Chapter 10 - COD Fic COD/ f!reader
You sabotaged him quietly. You hid perfectly. Until now. Soap knows—and he’s coming for you.
Chapter: STRIKE
“Oh shit, guys- better shut up, real quick, our little Corp looks like she’s plotting your murder.”
Your jaw clenches tighter, till you feel your teeth’s edges biting into another. Forty meters.
“No, bro, she figuring out how to sabotage your gun and make you look like a dumbshit in front of your squad.”
“What,” A deep voice growls. “Did ye just say?” MacTavish.
Your eyes meet. And for one impossible second, he’s still.
Eerily still.
The tension doesn't build—it drops, hard and heavy, like something snapping tight inside him.
He doesn’t blink.
Doesn’t speak.
Just stares. And that stare—that look—isn’t confusion or amusement anymore.
And in a voice that shouldn’t sound so calm, not from him, not now, he says—
“You.”
Uh-oh.
You better run. Soap's finally figured out what YOU (the reader) have been doing... Read more here Read now on AO3: Chapter 10: Strike