"BENTLEY! Are you asleep on the job again?"
"No."
"Are you lying to a superior officer?"
"Maybe."
"Fifty laps around the gym. Go, now."
UNSC Marine Private First Class Josi Bentley was a girl of short stature. She weight 150 pounds unarmored and had back length curly hair that was sandy brown in colour. She had pale skin and grey eyes. Josi wasn't fit but she was just fit enough to make it as a marine. She made it through basic training and continued to get through the space war she was shoved into. Bentley supposed she couldn't complain, for someone of her weight she was kind of pretty but she was nothing compared to other girls. But fashion contests and fighting a war against the Insurrectionists by the side of the Freelancers wasn't what she signed up for. Bentley signed up to kick some serious alien ass. Unfortunately by the time she got through basic, Master Chief had blown up the covenant and this whole damn people war had started. Still, she served her time, got promoted and stood as the best sniper of her battalion.
"Bentley! Get ready to move out to battle." Came an order through her door. She groaned, today was supposed to be her day off. She had plans to stay in bed all day and catch up on much needed sleep.
"Bentley I'm not going to ask you again."
"I wasn't aware I was being asked." She muttered under her breath. "Okay I'm coming."
She trudged across her bunk room and tugged on her standard, regulation white under armour and her standard, regulation UNSC uniform and her standard, regulation white chest plate. Which, despite it being standard and regulation it did little to protect her and the other soldiers wearing it. She began strapping on her holsters and then her weapons. She had a regulation hand gun in the side holster of of her left leg and a combat knife to her left boot. She snapped her sniper rifle to her back and carried her assault rifle out to the cargo bay. She tugged on her regulation helmet and got ready.
"Shut the fuck up and cause a god damn distraction like you are supposed to! I can't take out these guys if they're shooting at me." Bentley snarled into her radio as she looked down the scope of her sniper rifle, trying to take out her marks as she lay atop of a shipping container.
"Don't fucking yell at me bitch. You don't even belong out her on the battlefield, fatty. Hey, when e're done do you think you could make me a sandwich? Well you know, it it's not too much temptation to eat it."
"Well, since you asked so nicely." She sought him out in all the chaos and aimed. Pulling the trigger she was instantly met with his screams over the radio. "How about no? Now fucking move you dumb shit."
"She fucking shot me! Did you see that? She shot me!"
"Oh no, that was you? I'm sorry I didn't understand how this thing worked, my bad." She laughed after she shut off the radio, all the enemies now nicely distracted by the bleeding UNSC soldier yelling about how his own team had shot him. She was able to take out 13 targets before she had to move to a better position. Not that she was counting.
"Why hello there, you cheeky minx."
She almost screamed at the sudden British accent beside her, but before she could even stop herself someone had done it for her. A large, armoured hand covered her mouth. She turned as far to the left as the hand allowed her and was met with two white figures. One of them was average sized with modified armour and the other was a giant and sported an EVA helmet. The shorter of the two brought his finger up, gesturing for her to be quiet. She nodded and her head was released.
"Freelancers?"
"Correct."
"Then you need to get out of the way so I can do my job." She replied in a low voice.
"Quite a feisty one, isn't she old boy?" He turned to look at his huge friend. Or she thought he was his friend but all the short one got in response was a deep growl.
"You're good at your job you know, we've been watching." The English one responded.
"Well I'd love to say that was charming but it was actually really creepy. And if you're done escalating from stalking to kidnapping I'd like to go now so," She gestured for them to move out of the way but the taller of the duo growled deeply at her. "Delightful." She squeaked.
"Now you see my dear, I'm afraid we can't let you go."
"What?" She replied, furrowing her brows under her helmet. This whole situation was worrying.
"You see we can't just have you dying out her on the battlefield because we need you for something later. So you're just going to have to come with us." He replied, freaking her out. She was only joking about the kidnapping bit.
"What?" She repeated herself, only much more sinisterly. "I am not going anywhere with you."
"Forgive me, my dear, you don't have a choice on this one." He explained before she was smacked right in the face with the butt of his weapon. Before she could fight back he'd smashed her on the back of her head as well and shot her a couple of times. She dropped to her knees but was determined not to give up so she pulled her pistol from her side and took aim. She shot at his foot and blood splattered her visor. The bigger one grabbed at her arm and snapped it back behind her at a bad angle. She heard a crack and her arm had broken. It wasn't long before she started passing out from the pain. The last thing she remembered was being lifted into someone's arms -she assumed the big one- and was being carried off somewhere.
"Yes that's right chap, we ducked behind a shipping crate to take cover and that's when we found her, knocked out and bleeding out. Broken arm and everything." She woke up to the sound of his ridiculous British accent and knew she hadn't had a really fucked up dream.
'Fucking liar.' She thought.
She opened her eyes and regretted it instantaneously. She was greeted by the overly strong, bright lights of the medibay and snapped her eyes shut again. She could't work out if this triggered it or if it was pre-existing, but she had a pounding headache. She let out a moan and brought her hand up to her face.
"Ahh, back to the land of the living, are we? Morning love."
"Oh fuck off and take your ludicrous accent with you." She heard a deep growl beside her and she imagined it was his tall and scary friend.
"Temper, temper. Is that really any way to talk to your saviours?" He smiled mischievously at her.
"Some saviours you are, you're the ones who put me in here in the first place."
"Based off of what we saw, you were going to end up here anyway, but without our intervention it would have been in a body bag." He replied.
"Oh well thank you. You've been so helpful, I guess I owe you one." She replied sarcastically, over emphasising her words.
"Glad you said that my dear," He grinned and she scowled immediately. "Because we have something planned for you. And about what happened on the battlefield, not one word. Not to anyone." He wiggled his pointer finger at her to further his point.
"What makes you think I'm going to help you, ya nasty, creepy stalkers?" She snarled.
"Well, my sweet, you're not going to have the choice." He smirked, leaning over her to kiss her plump lips. The grey hairs of his ridiculous moustache tickled her upper lip but she didn't open her mouth to laugh. He held the back of her head to prevent her from pulling away and pressed his lips to hers until she relented. Her wide, shocked eyes slowly shut and he pulled at her lips with his own until she opened up her mouth and kissed him back. He slipped his tongue inside her mouth and explored it, sliding it over her teeth and around the wet cavern.
His right hand slid down her left side and she struggled against him for a moment now she had the chance. He pinned her down with his superior strength and bit down on her lip as punishment. She let out a cry of pain that was slightly muffled by the kiss. He seemed satisfied now, that she'd learned her lesson so he went back to kissing her properly. His mouth traveled to her cheek and jaw, nipping at the skin and trailing to her neck. He left open mouthed kisses along her neck until he got to her shoulder and bit down, sucking on the flesh. She sharply inhaled and let out a quiet whine. She looked around for someone to help her but the only one around was his brutish friend who stood expressionless by her bedside. She struggled a little again but with his teeth so deep in her shoulder all she did was tear at her own skin.
"Please stop." She breathed, knowing her begging was in vain. She felt him smile into her shoulder and he eventually let go, leaving a deep, dark hicks behind. He put her hospital issued shirt back over her shoulder and het blood seemed through. "What is wrong with you people?" She asked, getting hysterical and feeling violated.
"We'll be in touch, keep out of harm." He smirked at her one last time and left with his brute friend.
Bentley broke down into tears and held her head in her hands. When one of the medibay staff came by to check on her they gasped at her bleeding shoulder and cleaned it up. They asked her what happened but she just shook her head.
"We don't have the time or the resources to send you to recovery so instead you're going to be put in with the simulation troopers to train them. When you're fully healed you can come back and join the battalion." Her sergeant explained.
"Where am I being stationed?" She asked and he slid the file towards her. "Nooooooooooooooooo! Not there! Anywhere but there!"