So, I decided I wanted to make a oneshot series about Cub and K-Unit. I mostly accept one word prompts, and also ones with short descriptions, but I will only write about Cub and K-Unit, with additional characters such as the sergeant and possibly text and call from Jack and Tom. I can write both angst and fluff, but no sexual stuff. Considering they're all men, I wouldn't expect any requests for that. Anyway, send requests, review, and enjoy.

This first chapter is about where Cub steals Wolf's "War Journal". Know that I'm not too familiarized with K-Unit entirely, but I have enough sense to know Eagle is a full grown man who acts like one, rather than how people show him as a little kid.

WARNING: RATED T for brief, but intense TORTURE.

Wolf swore beneath his breath, searching his bed for the umpteenth time. It wasn't here! He was glad the rest of K-Unit was out. If they saw him this frustrated, they would know something was wrong.

He'd lost his journal. It wasn't like some regular diary. It was the book he'd had with him every day since he joined the SAS. It was full of his experiences, notes, tips, helpful little things, but also his own personal thoughts. Everything. Like when he'd first arrived. When he'd first met the Unit. That time when Fox got drunk and the Sergeant yelled at him. Good times.

But now it was gone. He had left it in his drawer with his socks. Now it was nowhere to be found. He was so consumed in his search that he barely heard the door open behind him.

Cub could barely suppress a snicker at seeing Wolf in this panicked state. Wolf, catching the minuscule noise, stiffened, then whipped around to face Cub. He fixed the younger Unit member with a glare.

"What are you laughing about, Cub?" He snapped, his face a feral snarl, like that of, well, a wolf.

Cub shrugged innocently. "Nothing"

Wolf scowled, turning back to his bunk. "Then go away." He didn't need any other distractions or prying eyes. He rolled his eyes at the sound of approaching footsteps behind him. Couldn't the kid just leave him alone? Come to think of it, why was Cub alone anyway? "Where are the others?"

"They stayed behind." Cub said, coming around to the side of Wolf's bunk, his brown eyes stared at Wolf with curiosity, but a flicker of mischievousness. "Are you looking for something?"

"No."

Cub frowned skeptically. "Then why are you pulling everything apart?"

Wolf once again rolled his eyes, his levels of frustration began to rise. He was running out of patience. "Fine. Yeah. I'm looking for something. Real perceptive, Double-O-Nothing."

Cub scowled for a moment at the nickname, but covered it up with that same mocking curiosity. "What are you looking for?"

Wolf was seriously gonna throw this kid out the door. "None of your damn business."

A smile spread over Cub's features, one Wolf hadn't ever seen on the kid. That mischievous glint was back. "Would it happen to be your... 'war journal'?"

Wolf blinked, feeling his body stiffen. He stared at the kid. It all made sense now. He couldn't find it because it had been stolen. He bared his teeth in a growl, drawing up to his full height. Cub stole his journal. "Where did you put it?" He asked firmly between his teeth, taking a step forth. He towered over the kid, but the younger didn't flinch. "Cub, you damn well better give it back right now."

Cub grinned up at him, putting his hands on his hips. "No thanks. I figured you've been enough of a jerk to me."

A jerk? Hm, maybe. They'd sent K-Unit a bloody school boy, what did you expect? And now this 'school boy' had what rightfully belonged to him. Rough hands grabbed Cub by the shirt. Wolf leaned in closer. "Where is the book?"

Cub didn't feel all that intimidated, despite the fact that the man was twice his size. "I'm not telling you until you stop being such a jerk."

Wolf held him tighter, pulling Cub up a little closer. "Oh, you're gonna tell me."

Cub laughed, only making Wolf angrier. "What are you gonna do? You can't hurt me." He said, despite his terrible position. "Besides, remember who sat through RTI with you?"

Cub never sat through anything with him. He crawled out a tunnel and opened the door. Anyone could do that. "Cub." He began, slowly pronouncing each word. "I've been in the SAS for ten years. That journal has recounts of every battle I've been a part of. You have no idea what I'll do to you if you don't give it back."

Cub rolled his eyes. "You just have to be a little nicer to me, you know." The Kid had no clue what he was getting himself into, did he? "I'm not asking for an apology or anything." Cub muttered. Even though I kinda deserve one...

"Ain't gonna happen. Now, where did you put it?"

But Cub didn't answer.

Wolf's anger boiled over. He pulled his arm back and a second later, his fist connected with Cub's jaw with a loud crack. The hand holding him up let him drop to the floor.

Cub gagged on the coppery taste in his mouth. He held his aching jaw in one hand, using the bunk to try and pull himself back up. He coughed, spitting out a little bit of the red liquid in his mouth. "S-seriously, Wolf?"

"Give it back!"

"You sound like a little kid!" He said, pulling himself up, but lost the energy and simply laid face down on the bunk.

Rough hands seized him and roughly rolled him onto his back, pinning his arms at his sides. For a brief moment, staring up at the SAS man standing above him, he felt actual. "I swear to god, Cub, tell me where it is right now or else."

Not even a bleeding tongue could keep down Cub's biting remark. "Or else what?"

For a moment, there was silence. Cub felt two warm fingers placed on his shoulder. Cub froze. "Being in the SAS for ten years, you learn some things." Wolf smirked at the blonde's unease. "Ever heard of the parascapular nerve?"

Cub had. He'd learned about it in karate. A pressure point in the shoulder that, when compressed correctly, produced intense pain. He'd never seen it preformed, but the threat was enough to make his mouth go dry. "You wouldn't."

Wolf applied a little pressure, not enough to trigger the nerve, but enough to enforce the threat. "I would. Where is it?"

Cub swallowed, his heart pounded in his ears. "The Sergeant will know. You'll be binned."

Wolf shook his head, holding a tighter grip on Cub's pinned arm. "The Sergeant won't ever find out, especially if I hit you hard enough afterwards. Where is it?"

Cub bit his lip, feeling a chill run down his spine. He didn't want to be weak. He didn't want to give in at the first threat. He would show Wolf he was tougher than that. "You're a real jerk, y'know."

Wolf shrugged indifferently. "Suit yourself."

Cub only had a split second to register Wolf's fingers digging into his shoulder before a blinding pain shot up his shoulder and through his upper body. He opened his mouth to release an agonized scream, but before he could, a hand clamped over his mouth, muffling any noise that would escape. It was absolutely unbearable. It felt like needles being driven into his arm, through the muscles, stabbing repeatedly, like twisting a knife.

He screwed his eyes shut as he uncontrollably screamed into Wolf's hand. How could you cause this without penetrating the skin? It hurt! It really hurt! How could even a jerk like Wolf do something like this to a kid?! That journal must be something important.

He could barely muster the control to force the pleas from his lips. He wanted it to stop! Anything to make it stop! He would do anything!

"Wolf!... s-stop!" He cried between screams. "P-p... please!"

After another few seconds of complete agony, Wolf eased up on the pressure, and Cub heard a viscous growl next to his ear. "Where is it?"

Cub breathed for a few seconds, trying to compose himself. Using the little energy he had left, he used his uninjured arm to point to the space between his mattress and the bunk's frame.

Wolf straightened up, reaching a hand into the mattress of the upper bunk, retrieving an old book. He smirked to himself, leaving Cub to lay limb on the bunk. "Well, Double-O-Nothing, hope you know not to ever do that again." He snorted a laugh. "How did you ever get into special ops?"

Wolf grabbed Cub by the shirt once more and dragged him over to the door. He looked at the kid with one last threat. "I don't wanna see you until the rest of the Unit is back. And if you even think of telling the Sergeant, you'll regret it."

With that, he threw Cub out the door and into the mid-February snow, closing the door. He didn't care if the kid didn't get up, he just cared that he had his War Journal back.

And as he returned to his bunk, a thought briefly crossed his mind. This would make an interesting entry.

Yeah, I just wanted to write this just because. I love writing about the suffering of others :) I don't actually know how long Wolf has been in the SAS. I just guessed. I stole the parascapular pressure point from Star Wars: Rebel Force - Hostage. No clue if it's a real combat pressure point. No clue why they'd talk about it in karate. Just figured Ian would put Alex in really intense hand-to-hand combat type karate. Please review and send requests! Hope you liked it.

~ Sola Haze