This story is sort of a request (I actually offered), although I was given options on who to pick. Of the choices, I felt more familiar with SOP II, who has gotten some serious character development over the course of the game's story, especially during Continuum Turbulence where both her and HK416 got their own individual time to shine. SOP II was even the reason I started playing GFL in the first place when I saw her design (at the time I was also replicating a SOPMOD II kit for airsofting) and I was quite surprised with how "excitable" she is.
Make sure to read until the end.
"M4 SOPMOD II at your service! Finally...I've found you, Commander!"
"SOP, wai-"
The Commander didn't have time to react as he was suddenly tackled into a hug from behind. Fortunately, he was used to such behavior from some of the more playful T-Dolls under his command and was able to stand his ground. He still remembered the time G41 almost knocked him over, the little rascal that she is.
"SOP, please let go of the Commander," came the exasperated yet firm voice of M4A1. The brunette team leader of Anti-Rain had her namesake weapon slung over her shoulder as she approached.
"It's fine, M4. I'm quite all right," the Commander responded. He turned to look at the newest arrival once he was free.
M4 SOPMOD II had a face and physique that looked quite similar to M4A1, which made sense when he considered their imprinted firearms that they were designated after. Bleached pink hair instead of brunette, a red streak in her hair instead of green, and striking crimson eyes instead of soft brown. Heck, he wouldn't be surprised if SOP II actually looked like M4A1 at one point before modifying herself just like her namesake. The black headset...accessory...thing she wore sure gave off the impression of a pink devil.
"It's nice to finally meet you in person, M4 SOPMOD II," he greeted. "I really must thank you two for the assist. Those SF almost caught us off-guard."
The base in Griffin Area S09, the sector he was in charge of, had come under surprise attack from Sangvis Ferri forces. The T-Dolls that weren't out on missions were quick to respond and set up defenses, but it was the timely arrival of the two elite Anti-Rain members along with some of his returning forces that finally turned the tide.
"You can just call me SOP II or SOP, Commander," she replied enthusiastically. "Besides, I'm the one who should be thanking you. Not only are you helping reunite me and my sisters, you brought me some new friends, and I got to take out a lot of Sangvis trash. It was lots of fun, wanna see my collection?"
The Commander was about to ask what she meant but he soon found out anyway. SOP II reached into a pouch and presented to him some bits and pieces of whatever poor Sangvis doll got caught in her clutches. An optic (eyeball), some wires, and was that a finger? Thank goodness whoever designed the Sangvis grunts didn't make them look too human.
"SOP, that's gross," M4 said quietly.
"Err, that's quite interesting, SOP II," he answered. "We can get you more stuff later. First, let's rally everyone else and get to looking for your sister, alright?"
"Oh! Yeah, you're right, Commander." SOP II pocketed her trophies and turned to her leader. "C'mon, M4. Let's go, AR-15 is waiting for us!"
The Commander couldn't help but chuckle as he watched M4 get dragged off.
"Well, let's get to it then," he said to himself as he followed after them.
"Y'know, SOP. I noticed something about you," M16A1 said as she field-stripped her rifle for cleaning. Some time had passed since M4A1 and M4 SOPMOD II had joined with Griffin's newest Commander, and both AR-15 and herself had eventually reunited with the rest of Anti-Rain Team.
"Hmm? What's that?" SOP was juggling several round objects as she and the rest of her team were relaxing in their dorm. It seemed like a normal thing except those weren't ordinary spheres; she had cleaned and repurposed some ball-joints collected from her fallen enemies.
"You've been hanging out with the Commander a lot recently." M16 removed the bolt carrier from the upper receiver and inspected it.
"Why is that, anyway? You didn't hang out with humans that much before Kalina and the Commander," added AR-15 from the side.
"Hmm." SOP put her right hand on her chin as she thought about an answer. She continued juggling with her left hand, however, without even dropping anything. "Well, he seems like a fun guy. The only other human we knew was Persica but she's like our mom or something."
"Well, just remember not to relax too much," replied M16 as she ran a cleaning rag through her weapon's barrel. "Isn't that right, M4?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Of course." M4 startled a bit as she was interrupted by the elder sister nudging her with her elbow. She went back to watching videos on her holo-tablet. "It's nice to have fun but don't forget we have a job to do."
"Yeah, yeah, I know," SOP waved it off as she resumed juggling with both hands.
All of a sudden, the PA speaker in their dorm went off.
"Attention AR Team, please report to the Commander's office. He has an assignment for you girls," came the voice of the base's logistics officer, Kalina.
"Well, break's over ladies. Time to go." M16 slid the bolt carrier back into the upper receiver before fitting it back with the lower receiver. A firm press on the retention pins, and the receivers were secured with each other.
"Ooh, this sounds like it's gonna be fun," cheered SOP, letting the ball-joints fall onto the floor.
"Clean up your mess before leaving!" AR-15 shouted after her.
So much goddamn paperwork, the Commander thought as he fought the urge to yawn. He rubbed his eyes as he looked at the clock on his desk. It was a little past 2300 hours.
It had been tough on Area S09 recently, despite their initial victories over several Sangvis Ferri Ringleaders. It had been especially trying for AR Team, the poor girls. He wondered grimly if they could even be called a team anymore after everything that happened.
AR-15, reportedly KIA.
M4A1, stuck in some sort of coma.
M16A1, nowhere to be found.
He was fortunate to have dependable people around like Kalina, G36, and RO635. The latter was a new addition to the AR Team after the loss of AR-15, though she never considered herself a replacement. In fact, no one did, and SOP II was even the first one to warm up to her almost immediately. RO's command module allowed her to temporarily lead the team while Persica worked to recover M4. Then on a mission with the three remaining active members, M16 was forced to separate from the other two and ended up missing.
"Commander, I think we should call it a day," said Kalina, "or night. Whatever." As the logistics officer, she had also been working long days along with the Commander. "Go on ahead, I can lock up for you."
"Hmm, you're probably right. I'll see you tomorrow morning." He looked at the clock again. "Make that later today. Sleep well, Kalina."
Bidding their farewells, the Commander exited the office and started heading to his personal quarters. On the way, however, he came across someone still awake and roaming the hallway.
"RO? Why are you still up?" The Commander went up to her when she noticed him.
"Ah, I've actually been looking for you, sir," RO635 said. Her heterochromatic eyes looked around as if to check the coast was clear. "It's...it's about SOP II."
That got the Commander to pause. Out of the entire AR Team, SOP was the one he enjoyed spending time with. She certainly made it a point to come hang out during her free time and he sort of got used to it. With the recent events, her visits grew less frequent, which was understandable.
"Okay. Talk to me, what's up?"
"Well, it's obvious that SOP hasn't been herself lately," RO started. "She likes me enough to be friends and I feel the same, but I haven't known her long enough to know how to comfort her."
"Well, how about MP5? Or Ingram?" The Commander suggested some dolls who got along well with SOP.
RO shook her head. "Most of the other girls who befriended her are asleep right now, sir. I would if I could but it would be a long shot. You're the only one I knew who would still be up."
"I see..."
"Ah, I'm sorry. I realize that you most likely want to go to sleep now, since it's been a long day. This matter can wait until morning. I just felt I had to tell you. Good night, Commander." Just as she was about to take her leave, she was stopped by a hand on her shoulder.
"Sir?"
"I'll see what I can do," the Commander told her. "I'm actually not that sleepy yet."
"Well, if you insist. Please, follow me."
With that, the pair made their way to AR Team's assigned dorm. A dorm that felt too spacious nowadays.
"SOP, you in there?" The Commander knocked on the door. No answer. He turned to RO and motioned for her to open the door with her key card.
Beep. Click.
RO pushed the door open and walked in, holding it for the Commander to follow after her.
"Thanks." The Commander stepped in and took a look around the dorm. There were five beds evenly spaced out, with different colored blankets of green, red, indigo, orange, and white. It wasn't hard to guess which belonged to who.
"SOP, it's me. I brought the Commander." RO went towards the bed with red blanket, where SOP was laying under.
"Oh, hey RO, Commander," said the girl in question after pushing the blanket off. "It's kinda late to play, don't you think?"
Even though she had that familiar grin, the Commander could tell she wasn't as happy as she used to be. Losing friends and family could do that to anyone, doll or human.
"Hey, you alright?" He sat down on the bed next to her. "You haven't visited the office lately."
"Ah, sorry Commander. I've just been so busy lately, what with all the ripping and tearing," replied the forlorn girl. "Didn't get as many parts this time, though."
"Don't worry about that." He shifted closer to pat her head. "You've always done a good job."
"If that's true, then why did AR-15 and M16 leave us?" SOP's smile faltered a bit.
"I'm sure they had their reasons." The Commander replied. "It's not your fault, okay? We'lll do everything we can to help you. Me, RO, and all your other friends here."
"We'll get her back. M4, too. Persica is trying to wake her up as we speak." RO added.
"Besides, there's still hope out there for AR-15, remember?" The Commander had his forces search that rubble high and low, yet no body was found.
"Yeah, I know. You're right." SOP turned to look at the other beds. "It just feels so empty here..."
Then she shifted closer to the Commander and rested her head on his chest.
"SOP?"
"Thanks for coming, Commander. You always were warm." She snuggled even closer.
RO blushed a bit at the sudden display of affection. Sure, she also got headpats from the Commander, but she never did something so forward. She felt like she was intruding on a private moment.
With that in mind, she whispered to the Commander. "I, uh, think I should give you two some privacy."
"What? Why," he whispered back.
"Just cheer her up, you got this."
"Fine. Wait, take my key card, you can go to my room."
"Ah, thank you Commander. Good luck."
RO stood up and bid farewell to the pair before leaving the dorm. For a while, the Commander just sat there, rubbing SOP's back and comforting her.
SOP then spoke up. "Y'know Commander, thanks again for making me feel better."
"It's no problem, SOP. I'm always looking after my girls," he said. Then he realized how his choice of words could be perceived. "I mean, you girls. You are your own person, after all. Not to say I own you or anything, you're just under my command. Ahem."
The mischievous T-Doll smirked at his rambling and decided to tease him a bit. "Oh, you mean I'm not the only girl you look out for? I thought I was special."
"No, you are special. I mean, you're like my friend." The Commander stumbled over his words.
"Just a friend? I've seen the way you look at me," she purred into his neck. "I can't say I hate it."
"SOP..."
Then she gently grabbed him by the cheeks to look into his eyes. "Well, Commander? You came to make me feel better, right?"
She leaned closer to his ear. "So for tonight," she licked the earlobe, "just take me," and nibbled it a bit, "make me yours."
The Commander shivered at the sensation and the way her voice growled lowly. This wasn't against the rules and regulations, but high command still preferred not to know about the canoodling that many of their personnel would take part in. He just had to keep it off the record, and she was asking for it...
"Fine then," he growled back, before smashing his lips against SOP's. She always was his favorite, and now he wasn't going to lose this chance to get together with her.
"Mmmpph." SOP moaned into his mouth as she held onto his shoulders. "You'll take responsibility for this, Commander," she said between gasps, "you just flipped my switch."
Her hands then shifted to his shirt, and all but tore his top open, sending the buttons flying everywhere.
"Woah, what the?"
The Commander didn't get to finish his sentence as he was suddenly pulled into another kiss. This time SOP held nothing back as she prodded his lips with her tongue, all but demanding entry. So, he obliged her, their tongues wrestling and coiling together, eager to show who was the most dominant.
Determined to pay her back, he reached up for SOP's jacket and yanked it open, exposing her fair skin to the cool air. She responded in kind by grinding her crotch against his growing erection, making him moan at the sensual act.
"Mm, fffuuck." The Commander then reached around to firmly grasp SOP's ass with both hands, squeezing the supple flesh. Then he pulled her pelvis even closer, while at the same time pushing his crotch against her.
"Heh, you like that?" SOP grinned after breaking off from the kiss, the couple grinding against each other through their clothes. Her canine fangs glinted in the light as she moved to bite the Commander's exposed shoulder.
"Ah!" It wasn't too painful nor enough to break skin, but the sharp sensation added to the thrill that this T-Doll, this girl, could most definitely ravage him if she wanted to. For some reason, this only got him harder, his cock straining against the layers of his clothes.
"That turn you on? It's okay if it did," SOP teased, licking the bite marks she left behind. "You look like you're struggling there, I'll give you a hand."
"Ah, wait-"
Too late. Just like his torn shirt, his pants met a similar fate. The button and zipper were absolutely ruined, but that thought went to the back of his mind as his throbbing length now had a bit more freedom.
Pre-cum stained his boxers as SOP dragged one of her pointed fingers up and down his length. It seems she decided to use her metal left arm to tease him.
"Nnggh, dammit SOP, take it easy," the Commander breathed out.
"Hehe, don't worry, I know what I'm doing." She then proceeded to reach in with her other hand, the human imitation one, and fished his cock out through the hole. "Just relax and enjoy."
The Commander just grunted, too overcome with sensations to speak coherently. He gasped as she started to pump his cock slowly, the soft skin of her hand getting smeared with his pre-cum.
"Heh, it's so big. Is this for me?" SOP giggled as she thumbed his tip, smothering it with fluids. Then she sped up, jerking him off even faster.
"Mnn!"
The Commander could only sit there as SOP relentlessly gave him a hand job, his cock begging for release as he tried to hold it in.
"SOP, if you keep doing that..."
"Hmm? What, Commander? Hehehe," the little devil on his lap giggled at his disheveled state. "You can be rough with me, too. I don't mind~"
"Why, you!"
With a burst of strength, he grabbed onto SOP's wrist with one hand, halting her hand job. With his other hand, he took hold of the back of her head and stood up from the bed. Her safety protocols engaged, preventing her from accidentally harming him out of surprise. The Commander took advantage of that.
"Huh, wha-"
SOP didn't finish as she was soon pushed onto her knees at the same time the Commander thrust his dick into her mouth.
"Ahh, shit," he moaned blissfully as he began to pump his hips back and forth. He placed both hands on her head, holding her steady as he sped up gradually, savoring the wet warmth of her mouth and the way her tongue stroked the underside of his shaft.
"Mng, ghk, guh, mmph."
SOP moaned around the cock in her mouth, not at all bothered with the rough play as she reached under her skirt with her right hand to rub her clothed pussy. Sadism and masochism tended to go hand in hand, after all. She was fortunate that this Commander felt the same way. She happily lapped at the throbbing meat with her tongue, holding on to the his hip with her left hand.
The Commander grunted at the sensation of the cold metal fingers digging into his hip. The slight pain egged him on as he face-fucked SOP even harder and faster, the tip nearing the back of her throat.
SOP smirked to herself once more, despite the dick fucking her throat. Suddenly, she placed her hands on the Commander's pelvis and pushed him to lay on the bed forcefully. Not giving him time to recover, she then deep-throated his pulsing erection, her saliva and his fluids making it slip into her mouth easily in one smooth motion.
"Oh, god," he moaned out. He couldn't even thrust up if he wanted to. SOP kept his pelvis pinned with her hands while bobbing her head up and down. He had no complaints; it felt amazing as her tight throat clenched on his length, her tongue licking his shaft and sometimes even trying to wrap around it. Instead, he placed both hands behind her head again, encouraging her to suck him off with vigour.
"Shit, SOP. I'm- nnggh!" With a grunt, the Commander finally came undone.
SOP felt the first jet of cum hit the back of her throat and deep-throated him all the way, swallowing each and every spurt of his load. She moaned around his dick, sending pleasurable vibrations through his length.
The Commander listened to the lewd sounds of SOP gulping down his seed, his cock gradually getting flaccid after shooting the last of his spurts. With a giggle, she pulled off him and gave his tip a soft nibble before smooching it.
"Heh, you really liked that," stated SOP.
"Hah, yeah," he answered back. He lifted his head to look at her and saw that she was removing the rest of her clothes. "You okay? Was I too rough?"
SOP looked at him incredulously before laughing. "Hahaha, I should be asking you that. You can't really hurt me, remember."
"Ugh, guess you're right. Still, I'm sorry if it was too much." He then shimmied out of his boxers and ruined pants. It's a good thing he had a wardrobe full of the same uniforms.
"Well, if you really wanna make it up to me," SOP purred sensually as she crawled up to him, "I still need to get off, and I could use some help."
The Commander shivered at her aroused tone. "Just...just give me a moment, SOP."
"Hehe, sure." She then started to suck and bite on his jugular. "Don't keep a girl waiting too long." To emphasize her point, she began humping his leg.
The Commander could intimately feel her lower lips on his leg. Her arousal leaked on to his skin, coating it in a light sheen. Slowly but surely, his cock throbbed with lust as he got hard again. SOP definitely noticed.
"Mm, that's the spirit," she cooed. She used her left hand to lightly scratch his chest while her right hand palmed his growing erection. "You gonna get hard for me?"
"Y-yes."
She grasped his cock. "Do you want to please me?"
"Yesss..."
She pumped his length slowly and whispered huskily into his ear. "Are you...gonna...fuck. Me?"
"Yes!"
With a shout, the Commander grabbed SOP and flipped her over on to her knees. Grabbing on to her hips, he rubbed his swollen cockhead against her pussy lips and pushed into her waiting slit.
"Mmm, yesss...just like...that!" The last word escaped SOP's lips in a yelp of pleasure as the Commander sheathed himself all the way in to her dripping pussy.
With a groan of satisfaction, his cock throbbed and shot a small spurt of pre-cum against her deepest parts. "Fuck."
SOP couldn't wait anymore, moaning as she wiggled her hips while clenching erratically on the shaft buried deep within her moist depths. The Commander hissed at the pleasurable feeling, her inner walls caressing every inch of his throbbing member.
"Hurry up and do it, then," she whined out.
"With pleasure."
He reared his hips back until the tip, savoring the feeling of her fleshy insides gripping him as if trying to keep him in. Obliging her instinctual request, he snapped his hips forward, driving through her heat and spreading her tight inner walls apart.
"O-oh! Yes! F-fuck!" SOP cried out as she got railed from behind. Her snatch wept around his girth, making it easier for him to plow into her back and forth.
The Commander growled appreciatively and continued his jackhammering pace, the sound of smacking skin echoing in the dorm. He could feel the way her cunt quivered along his length, gripping him tightly as he kept pounding away with reckless abandon.
Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack!
In and out, back and forth, he kept fucking her into submission. SOP's gasps and moans of pleasure only served to egg him on, to release all his pent up stress and frustration from recent events.
Slap!
SOP wailed at the sudden sting on her ass cheek and clenched tightly on the thick cock scraping her insides, the supple flesh of her ass red from the open palm strike of the Commander. Her Commander.
"Hnngh!" That possessive thought made her squeeze even tighter, causing her Commander to slow down his bestial thrusts slightly.
"Goddamn, you really like that, huh?" He rubbed her ass soothingly before picking up the pace once more. "Gonna make me cum again..."
Slap!
"Mmmnnn, yyyessss," SOP hissed out with clenched teeth. The pain turned her on even more as she pushed her hips back to meet his every rough thrust. Her insides coiled tight around him, desperately trying to milk his warm spunk.
Her Commander couldn't resist the temptation and stopped holding back, pushing the pink-haired devil by her shoulders down into the sheets as he prone-boned her. Thrust after thrust, his throbbing tip punched against her cervix.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuckme fuckme fuckmefuckm- yaaAAH!"
Her Commander bit down on her exposed neck, leaving a possessive mark on her pale skin and causing SOP to finally climax, her slick insides seizing up tightly on her Commander's dick as her juices squirted out.
The intense ball-slapping sex came to an end as her Commander finally let loose and blew his load with a stuttering groan. Thick wads of cum shot out of his throbbing tip, load after load flooding SOP's artificial womb. The hot sensation of his seed filling her up tipped her over the edge once more and she came, her pussy wringing his pulsating cock dry.
"Mmm! Mmm! Mnnn..." SOP whined into the sheets as she came down from her high, her Commander collapsing on top of her with a groan. She felt one last spurt in her pussy, giggling at the warm sensation that left her full and satisfied.
For several minutes, the couple lay there catching their breaths from the hardcore lovemaking. It was a good thing the walls were soundproofed. No doubt even RO would have heard everything even if she was in the Commander's room, which was a long way off.
The Commander groaned weakly from exertion and pushed himself up, slowly pulling his cock out of SOP's creampied pussy.
Plop.
Like the floodgates had been opened, their combined fluids leaked profusely from her freshly fucked hole, her insides dilating and quivering to close back up.
"Ohhh, Commander~" SOP moaned with sexual relief.
With a satisfied sigh, the Commander lay himself on his back next to her. He then gently pulled SOP into an embrace as kissed at the bite mark he left behind.
"Hmm, you alright?" He said between smooches.
"Mhmm, that was fun," she replied breathily. "We should do it again."
"Ah, maybe next time, SOP. Maybe next time," her Commander groaned out. That left him winded and he was sure he was going to feel aches in the morning.
"I know, you squishy humans are not as durable." SOP giggled again, the familiar sound like music to her Commander's ears. "Sooo, does this make us a thing?"
"After all that? Yeah, I'm pretty sure it does." Her Commander looked at the mess on the bed and his torn clothes nearby. "Well, this is gonna be awkward to explain to RO..."
"Meh, we'll get to it when we get to it in the morning." SOP leaned in closer to her Commander's embrace, all but snuggling up to him.
A moment of silence passed before her Commander spoke up. "SOP...I promise you, we will get your team back together again."
SOP snuggled closer up to him, hiding her face. "I know, Commander. I know..."
"...I'm glad I found you."
Her Commander barely heard it, but it was more than enough for him. He kissed her forehead and lay back down, exhaustion catching up with him.
"Good night, SOP."
"Good night, Commander."
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A crimson eye opened once more, taking in the sight of the barren battlefield. Like the devil she was, M4 SOPMOD II lifted her battered body from her would-be resting place, refusing to die in a place like this.
A memory playback of my Commander...
Why is there a voice on the private AR Team channel? Who?
SOP's neural cloud was slightly disoriented, but she was still able to access her memory archives. Shifting through it, she concluded on the identity of the mysterious voice.
M16A1.
So she was still around, but now her signal was...red. Red like the rest of Sangvis Ferri.
"Good, you're finally up. I don't have much time before SF catches on to me, so listen carefully..."
Despite operating only at 10% power, SOP was still able to follow along clearly. As she listened, she remembered that Griffin had been betrayed by the KCCO, and those scum started shooting at the T-Dolls they pretended to cooperate with. Sangvis Ferri forces in the area had also pulled back, their numbers outmatched against the sheer might of military grade technology.
As she scavenged parts to temporarily rebuild herself, she thought back on her Commander. No doubt he was worried sick and waiting for her return. Her prime directive came first, however.
Ensure M4A1's safety.
Then I...no, we can go back to the Commander.
M4 SOPMOD II fingered the small metal band hidden and secured in one of her pouches. Thankfully, no one looted her while she was offline.
I found you once, and I'll find you again. Wait for me, Commander.
Played around a bit with canon events. I don't remember the exact timeframe between certain chapters and events, so I left it open to interpretation. Weeks, months, not sure. The smutty part takes place sometime after the disappearance of M16, and before the (false) joint operation between G&K and KCCO to take down Sangvis Ferri.
Also, happy 416 day (at the time of writing this) everyone. She is all you need. (Not really)