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Mature Content Warning: Sexual themes


"Sometimes late when things are real,

And people share the gift of gab between themselves,

Some are quick to take the bait and catch the perfect prize that waits among the shelves."

-America


The next few days were excruciatingly slow. Ocelot had disappeared somewhere and Lydia was left all by herself in that small space to think and think…and think some more. It was now May 30th, nineteen days since the departure of her compromised mission. The 'kindness' of Ocelot, whom had taken her in, gave her time to heal and pull herself back together. But now in his long absence, she had no idea what to do and quickly became bored. All she did for the past few days was sleep, shower, eat, stare at the Russian newspaper, and sleep again. Although the relaxation was needed, she became restless and started to think she was being useless to herself. Why was she allowing herself to be cooped up like this? She's supposed to be an agent for Pete's sake, not some house pet. Lydia slapped her palm on her forehead and stood up straight out of Ocelot's bed.

"Alright kitty-cat, you have got to have some extra clothes in here somewhere." Lydia walked over to his dresser and opened up some drawers, finding some neatly-folded uniforms…just what she was looking for. She clicked her tongue and pulled out the familiar items that Ocelot wore. She sized them up and down. Might be a little big, but enough to pass by. She slipped off the cotton clothes he provided her to roam around in and slowly put on the uniform. Her thigh had healed into a slightly comfortable state and the bruises were now absent from most of her body and her face - feeling at ease when she looked at herself in the mirror. Sliding on Ocelot's clothes, she reached for the face-mask he had stored away. It's a good thing he has one of these laying around - I mean, is he just so narcissistic that he doesn't want to wear one? That kinda defeats the purpose of being…uniform….oh well. Lydia slid the mask over her face and walked to the bathroom.

"Excellent." She spoke, adjusting the mask to fit better over her eyes. "I can pass for a guy!" She turned to look at her back. "With a really cute butt…" She sighed…"Oh wait, I forgot!" She lightly jogged back to the dresser and pulled out the black jacket she was missing as well as an extra utility belt, and the red beret being hung on the coat hanger that was conveniently placed not too far away. She slid on the jacket and strapped on the utility belt, which was armed with a few supplies and no weapon. Dammit Ocelot, could you at least leave one of your guns here? Of course freakin' not! Lydia sighed in annoyance and walked back to the bathroom to look at herself in the mirror. She placed the beret on top of her head and nodded at herself. Alright, alright, alright! You are now an Ocelot soldier, congrats! Lydia chuckled at the thought.

"Time for a plan." She spoke out loud. "Find some kind of pistol or A.R. so you look normal, find Ocelot, ask Ocelot if you could be a part of the group instead of being cooped up and bored half to fucking death." She nodded at herself in the mirror. "Alright." She turned around and walked to the door leading into his office. She opened the door and walked into the spacious area. If I'm not being any use to America, might as well be of use to someone else undercover. Pulling a double agent here. Lydia sighed and walked across the room, placing her gloved hand on the door leading out into the hall.

Opening the door she was greeted with a "What the-?!" Of course, you're getting rusty Lydia. She rolled her eyes and held up her hands. "Who are you?!"

Lydia raised her eyebrow in sassiness. "Do you not remember the major bringing me here a few days ago?" She tried her best to sound like a male, it was pretty passable in her opinion.

"Uhhh, I wasn't posted a few days ago." The soldier let his guard down, placing his automatic rifle at ease.

"It seems that the Major has grown a liking to me and wanted to show me his…" Lydia paused and placed a finger on her chin. "Gratitude." Well it wasn't entirely false.

"G-g-gra-?!" The man seemed surprised at the sudden jerk in his body. "Oh boy." She could see blush start to creep up over the eye-holes in his mask, man his head was way too far south. What is it with men?

"Uhhh hey, I kinda lost my pistol in the fray these past few days." She scratched the back of her head, attempting to look embarrassed. "Do you think I can borrow yours until I find it?"

"Y-y-yeah sure. Anything for the Major's lover." The guy unclipped his pistol from the holster and handed it over to her. That was easy.

"Thanks man." She grabbed the pistol and placed it in her own holster. "Now, do you happen to know where the Major is right now? He left without telling me."

"Y-y-yeah sure, he's probably outside in the courtyard." He pointed behind him with his thumb.

"Thanks again, man." Lydia straightened herself and began to walk.

"Uhhh, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"How was it?" the guy looked like a fangirl as he inched his was closer to Lydia. "I mean, how was he?"

She placed her index finger to where her lips would be. "Do you promise not to tell anyone?"

"Y-y-yeah! Just give me the details!" She saw his hold on to his gun a little tighter in excitement.

"Alright if you want it, I'll give it to you." She grinned through her mask. I'm gonna make this guy look at Ocelot weird for the rest of his life. She prepared herself for the fan-boy rant of her lifetime. "When he invited me into his quarters I didn't know what to expect. He always told me I did a great job after all the deployments. And even looking for that girl, I mean, I found some of her tracks but that was all. But at this the Major was impressed and insisted I see him back here. Once I walked into his room, he pinned me against a wall and threw off my beret!" The guy's eyes were so wide - he was way too in to this story. "Anyway, let me just say, he's the dominant type."

"I knew it." The man eagerly stated back.

"No one back home could ever give me what the Major had just given me these past few days."

"YOU WENT FOR A FEW DAYS?!"

"Well, you know. After he was spent, he was spent. But when he wanted me…well…he wanted me."

"You lucky bastard."

"Hahaa, if you say so." She winked. The soldier patted her on the back. "I gotta go catch the Major now. Remember your lips are sealed, man!"

"Forever and ever!" He was gushing with fan-boy out of all of his pores as she walked through the other door at the end of the hallway. Jeez, that was fun. She chuckled to herself as she made her way through the familiar pathway that one guy led her through. Good thing she was born with such a good photographic memory, otherwise she would be lost in an instant. Lydia made her way to the entrance doors and walked out into he sunlight she missed so much.

The sun touched what little skin was showing through the eye holes in the mask, but it still felt so nice to be under its rays. Letting her eyes adjust to the sudden change, she found herself looking around the dull compound under slightly better circumstances than before. To the north of her stood some soldiers from the Ocelot unit conversing with one another. All around her were various storage areas and different buildings - one of them for sure harbored the mother of all weapons. In the mean time, she decided to walk to the large group of men that were huddled together. Turning her head left and right, she tried to spot Ocelot before he spotted her…but he was no where to be found.

"Hey you, just in time! We're about to set out."

"Yeah, my bad. I slept in." Lydia responded. "Are we going with the Major today?" She shot in, just in curiosity.

"I don't know." Interjected another man. "I mean it would be cool if he showed up, he always get's the blood pumping!"

"Put your dick in your pants." Another one laughed, followed by a few chuckles from other soldiers. "He's probably busy doing something with the other GRU members."

"As per frickin' usual." Sighed another random soldier. Lydia looked around at the guys and counted twelve, minus herself.

"So what's going on?" She questioned there soldier that noticed she was almost late.

"Did you miss the briefing too?" Through his mask, she could tell he cocked up his eyebrow. "I don't think I've seen you before…are you new?"

The rest of the ocelot crew turned in curiosity, some crossing their arms, and others putting their hands on their pistol holsters.

"Yep, I was brought in about a week ago. I was being trained by the major himself!"

"You serious?" The man looked unamused by his sudden change in body posture. "The Major never does that to anybody…like….ever."

"Uhhhhh yeah. And that's why I missed the briefing, I was getting used to the place."

"And you just happened to stumble on our little abode?"

"No, I was told to come here. Like I said before, I slept in."

"Well, the Major is pretty big on being on time and in uniform - so I suggest you work on that newbie." He smiled through his mask - the other members chuckled and whispered at one another. "What's you're name soldier? We'll teach the ropes on how to be a true ocelot…well not as good as what the Major can teach you but….we'll try our best."

"Carlsbad." She confidently said, impressed at the sudden makeup of her new name, saluting her right hand to her temple. "Nice to finally meet all of you."

"American bastard! At least you defected!" Joked one of the guys.

"Yeah, I didn't belong there. I came to the motherland and just loved it here so much more." Oh my god, this feels so weird, belittling my home like that.

"Good for you!" the guy patted her on the back and turned to the rest of the squad. "Well men, if the Major was going to be here he would've been here by now, so let's get started. Our mission today, since this newbie wasn't at the briefing, is to continue our search for that American girl who attacked Marco." Oh…..lovely I bet ten-to-one they're not going to find me! "We're going to investigate the site of the plane crash and see if we missed anything, any important documents, or any other thing that could lead to her business origin. If she were to go back somewhere, it would be there."

"Yessir!" They all saluted.

"Alright, let's get a move on!" The crowd of red berets moved toward the south end of the building. It's been over two weeks and they hadn't searched the plane crash yet? Wow, alright. You would think they would give up on me or something. Just as they all approached the gate, a very familiar meow echoed through the air.

"MEEEEEEOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW!" All the soldiers gasped and turned to the north, placing their arms behind their backs and stood erect. Lydia followed suit and examined Major Ocelot walking to them, spurs and all. "Ocelots!" He spread out his arms, acting like he wanted a hug from his children. "What a lovely morning to be out! I know all of you were going to search the site of the crash, but it looks like that was already done a few days ago."

"What are we going to do then, Major?" Lydia questioned. Ocelot looked in her direction and started flaunting his pistols in his hands, eventually, placing one back into one of his holsters, and the other at her feet firing not one moment after - just missing her right foot. Lydia's eyes did not leave Ocelot, who was narrowing his at her - a look she had gotten used as time passed. Slowly he approached her and glared into her eyes, soon forming a small grin on his face.

"Ocelots! Have you all had the pleasure of meeting this young man?" His eyes left her and he faced to the rest of the squad.

"Yes! Carlsbad is an excellent addition to the team, sir!"

"Carlsbad, huh?" Ocelot placed his hands on his hips. "Well, you know what happens to recruits when they step out of order? They embarrass themselves."

"Sir!" Sounded off all of them. Lydia was honestly very confused as to what was happening.

"Well, go ahead." Ocelot moved his hands to Lydia, signaling for the crowd of ocelots to do something. One by one the soldiers formed a line in front of her. The first individual approached her and grabbed her red beret, tearing it off of her head. A public shaming by stripping off the offender's clothes? Lydia stared at the next man, this is what I get, huh? God dammit Ocelot it's all over now. The next soldier walked up to her and gripped the bottom of her back mask that would reveal everything that she fought to keep hidden all this time. Nineteen days… With one flail swoop, the mask was torn off her head.

Closing her eyes, Lydia felt her long blonde hair fall to her back, the warm air hit her naked face. Multiple soldiers gasped as she opened her bright green eyes. They all stood at arms; pointing multiple weapons at her. Lydia sighed and kept her hands at her sides. "What do we have here? A little mouse?"

What am I going to do now? Thoughts were racing through Lydia's mind. I have no choice but to escape now. He warned me…I'm nothing now. I have to find a way out of this situation…once Ocelot lets his guard down, I'll be sure to figure something out and break free.

Ocelot walked between Lydia and the surprised soldiers. "What did you think you were going to get away with?" He moved closer to her, all the more intimidating. She glared into his light eyes. "Ocelots, this is the woman we've all been looking for." He turned toward his troops. Shouldn't have turned your back! Lydia grinned at Ocelot's new blind spot. She reached for her pistol in the right holster and wrapped her left arm around Ocelot's neck, placing the gun to his temple. Ocelot was slightly surprised by the feel of his tense body.

"M-major!" The Ocelot crew was just as surprised. "You! Sound the alarm, we found the girl!"

"Wait! Stop!" Major Ocelot ordered out to the man who turned to run to the alarm switch. The soldier stopped and craned his attention back to the restrained Ocelot. "Do you not see she has a gun held to my HEAD?" Ocelot was clearly angry with his troops.

"S-sorry sir!"

"You can let go now." Ocelot choked out under her tight grasp.

"What are you talking about?" Lydia harshly whispered in his ear.

"I have a plan, just let me go before any GRU soldiers see you." His voice was quiet enough to not be heard by the other troops. Deciding o trust her gut, she let him go and holstered the weapon. "Ocelots, this woman, Carlsbad, does happen to be our newest recruit." His face showed slight disgust. The soldiers stood down, some of the whispering among themselves. "I captured her soon after she escaped and…convinced her to defect to the Union." The soldiers looked at each other. "Not only is she new, but…" Ocelot wrapped his left arm around her shoulder, standing close to her side. Lydia tensed up in reaction. "The past few weeks, she has proven herself useful to me in more ways than one. From here on out, to you, she is my second-in-command and my lover."

Lydia couldn't see the looks on their faces, but she could tell some of them were gaping through their masks. Blush crept up to her cheeks and the tips of her ears became hot. LOVER?! I mean, I was joking about it earlier, but LOVER?! Ocelot continued. "This was not a decision made by the GRU; and they have no idea that she's still live. So I expect you to not share this information with them." Ocelot moved his arm and placed his left hand on top of her head. "All of you, continue your jobs as I say - nothing has changed. When I send you out to look for her, think of it as a nice…break from your usual duties." All of the soldiers stood at attention and chimed a 'yessir'! "All of you, spread out and begin your mission." Without another word, the soldiers separated in different directions to go search for…nothing.

Ocelot grabbed Lydia's arm roughly and dragged her in a shaded alleyway, blocked from view. He threw her against the wall and pinned her from moving. "What kind of stunt was that? Do you realize what you've done?"

"Ocelot, all I want is to do something productive." Lydia stated, eye contact unmoving. "I thought I was going to have to escape just then…but maybe not." Lydia sighed with relief. I can work my way into tip-top shape now and still have shit to do! Well…if Ocelot agrees to my request that is. Ocelot seemed to be searching for something deeper in her consciousness. "I can't just sit by in that damn room for the rest of my life. America left me behind. To be honest, you are all I have now. Although I am your prisoner, I think of you as my only ally. I am forever in your debt for allowing me to regain my strength and keeping me from the GRU, KGB or whoever is after me. Please…Ocelot let me do this. Let me in." Ocelot moved his right hand from beside her head and brushed some hair behind her ear, soon wrapping his hand on her bare skin. His skin was cold as pressure was lightly placed, guiding her head closer to his. Ocelot's eyes stared into her own the closer he got. "Ocelot, what are you doing?" Lydia whispered, feeling slightly uncomfortable.

His warm breath hot on her lips. "You've shown that you can trust me, but with that stunt you just pulled…you held my life in your hands. Can I really trust you?"

"Yes." Lydia's eyes moved to and from his eyes and lips. "I didn't shoot, right? You wouldn't be here right now if I wanted to kill y-" Something bought Lydia's attention. She tuned in to the noises around her… heavy footsteps! "Someone's coming." She whispered, recognizing the weight of the noise. "There's never a dull moment in this place."

"Where?" Ocelot didn't look away from her eyes.

"Around the corner, about ten meters. Volgen."

"You better move - without that mask you don't have anything protecting you. Get out of here." He removed his hand and pushed her further down the alley way. "What are you waiting for? Move." He quietly ordered. Lydia bit her bottom lip and lightly treaded down the alley way, turning to the right once she reached an opening. Above her, she spotted a fire-escape within jumping distance. Time to see if she still retained some of her upper body-strength. She rubbed her hands together, something she did often back when she was training with Jack before they did some kind of upper-body work-out. He would always question her about the tick but it was something that grew on him the more and more they trained together.

At the small recollection, Lydia smiled and jumped up to reach the pull-down ladder. She came a few inches short. Landing on the concrete soft she sighed and glared daggers at the ladder. Alright Lydia, fucking jump like your life depends on it. She shut her eyes and sighed at her inward joke. Well, I guess my life really does depend on it…ha. Stepping a few paces back she rubbed her hands together again, preparing herself for the high jump. She looked at the wall adjacent to the fire escape and quickly thought of a dandy plan. She took off light, making sure not to injure herself again. Leaping lightly off her left foot she launched to the wall, gaining leverage with her right foot against the surface. Using the momentum gained, she pushed off the wall and reached for the ladder, grabbing ahold, and pulling it down toward the ground successfully. "Gotcha."

Looking around, she examined that the coast was clear and began to climb. Once at the top of the metal escape she was one pull-up away from the flat roof. She latched onto the edge of the roof and hoisted herself up, making sure to stay crouched. Looking around the dull area, it wasn't too hard to find the hatch that led inside the building. She slowly creeped her way to the door, making sure not the attract any unwanted attention. Placing her hand on the door, she opened the hatch. Down below was another ladder that led into an empty room with no windows.

Alright, here we go! Lydia slowly crawled down the ladder and into the dark room. Closing the hatch above her, she soon descended to the ground. Letting her eyes adjust to the darkness, she looked around the room, hoping to spot a door of some kind. Ocelot is definitely up to something. She reminisced about how close he was before Volgen had interrupted. He's not just doing this for 'trust', he's wanting to reel me in somehow. I'm not going to fall for that shit. Sure I can still play along with his little 'game' he's playing. He's NOT going to get in my head. When I'm healed up and find a way to escape, I'll get out of here and back to America. I swear it.

Lydia narrowed her eyes as she finally stepped on a hatch that led to another room below her. Gee, why do these Russian's like trap doors so much? She sighed and placed her fingers around the cold, metal handle. She slowly cracked it open to listen to her surroundings. No sound of any soldiers. Lydia opened the hatch just enough to slip out and land on the tiled floor below. The door, louder than what she wanted, closed with rapid speed on her way down. Her shoulders shuttered, causing her to look up at the door - cursing at it's loud sound. Jack would be so disappointed. She shook her head and examined her surroundings. Ok, this seems to be Ocelot's building - now time to make it back into the room.

Casually walking down the hallways, now that she had her ass covered, she walked down a few flight of stairs until her surroundings looked familiar. Ahhh, here we go. She turned a corner and saw the familiar door that led into the hallway before Ocelot's office. Swinging the door open, the guard that she talked to earlier jumped in surprise and held his pistol toward her. "WHAT THE?! HEY!"

"W-w-wait! It's not what you think! The Major will explain everything!" She held up both of her hands, signaling her surrender. "Just let me in the office."

"N-no! You STUFFED me in a CLOSET you BITCH." He readied his finger on the trigger.

"Do you NOT see the uniform I'm wearing? I was with the Major this entire time! I mean I walked out of this room earlier!"

"That was a man!"

"Could you be even more dense?" Lydia questioned, walking toward the soldier.

"S-stop moving or I'll shoot!"

"Yeah right. You don't have the guts."

"I sai-!"

"What's going on here?" Ocelot always there to save the day. His voice was agitated, probably from his conversation with Volgen.

"Sir! Intruder!"

"What are you talking about?" Lydia did not take her gaze away from the soldier. "Drop your weapon, Marco."

"But sir-!"

"Drop. Your. Weapon." Lydia felt Ocelot brush his arm against her left. "She is one of us now. If I can't trust you with this information, then you are not an Ocelot."

"But sir."

"Are those the only words in your vocabulary, or do you have 'yes' hidden in that brain of yours?" Damn, that's why they call him the Major I suppose.

"Yessir…" Marco placed the pistol back into the holster.

"Carlsbad, let's go." He placed his right hand on the small of her back and lightly pushed her forward. Taking the hint, she walked forward and past Marco, into the office. A scoff from Marco echoed in her ears as Ocelot closed the door behind them and latched the lock. "Impressive plan you had there Lydia." Lydia spun around and sat on the top of his desk - making his eye twitch in reaction. "I've saved your life one too many times, girl. Make me do it again and you're on your own."

"Got 'cha." Lydia nodded. "As I was saying earlier, I can't stay in this room forever. How about you train me? We're both probably of the same intellectual level." Ocelot made a noise that she never heard before…a grunt of annoyance?

"We are not on the same level. I'm superior to you in every way, woman."

Lydia stood up from the mahogany desk and looked at him in the eye. "Then why don't you prove it?" She crossed her arms. "Come at me." She placed her weight on her right leg, making her right hip pop with attitude.

"What does that mean? You want me to fight you?" Ocelot scoffed. "Child's play."

"If I'm a child, teach me my lesson."

"Tch, you sure do have the nerves of a child." Lydia held out her right hand a waved her fingers for him to come at her. "There will be a day when I have to fight you, but today is not that day."

"That was melodramatic." Lydia sighed and rested her arms at her sides. "So what's the plan?" She moved her eyes to follow his motions around the room. His rattling of his spurs were starting to get annoying - despite all the time she's spent with him waltzing around the room.

"Seems like you're the one making all the plans here, so why don't you tell me?" He spread out his arms.

"No need to be so agitated, Major."

Ocelot just raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. "Agitated is the last word I would use."