CAPCOM owns Ada Wong, BoWs, Leon Kennedy, Carlos Oliviera
Naughty Dog owns Ellie and Joel
Content Heads-up: Non-consent /harassment between an Umbrella BoW Tyrant and the soldier Ada Wong
Preface: Sergeant Suarez has informed Ada that she must go to terminal number two before the 0900 morning formation to discuss the results of the competition.
Ada closed the USO door softly behind her and briskly walked over to terminal two.
The terminal was empty when Ada arrived. The windows were frosty. Ada cursed Suarez and his punctuality sermon.
In the terminal space was an empty wooden table. There used to be a tent in this place, as was evident by the plastic structural poles above the table. Beside terminal two was an empty deli with a bench out front in the wide walkway. Ada sat down in the steel chair facing the window and tied up her combat boots. Her feet barely touched the floor, so she swung them as she waited.
Just outside, beside the pavilion, was a surprisingly large number of soldiers-quite a contrast from the two beside her at the morning's PT formation. She saw two people in civilian clothes lining up beside a white truck labeled Authentic Chinese Cuisine. A large line of soldiers formed behind them.
The sound of heavy boots grew closer, and Ada put her head sideways on the table to avoid showing her face. She pretended to sleep.
Stevens was sputtering and cursing under his breath as he sat down at the table-closer to the window, and facing her. "Fuck fucking Suarez…fucker, fucking bullshit 15 minutes to 20 minutes prior."
"Tell me how you really feel." Ada said dryly, forgetting herself and picking her head up slightly of the table. Stevens was heated.
"You don't get to tell me how to spend my own f-ucking time and then not show up. Cuz, cuz- because he's holding us to a standard but aint even doing that shit his 'self." Stevens hand knifed down through the air to slap the table.
He cleared his throat in surprise as he saw someone behind Ada, "Oh hey." He was quiet then. She felt the heat of the body behind her, and heard someone sitting. Stevens caught her eye and mouthed, 'BoW'
She put her head back down then, trying to get some kind of rest.
She could hear Suarez's breathing from a mile away, about 10 minutes later. He sat to the side of her at the table. She heard a thunk on the table and turned her head to the other side to look. A huge 1-gallon silver jug with the insignia of a winged black horse on it. Some latin words too, saddling the horse in gold; certe exitium
He started complaining immediately and loudly to an indignant Stevens and bored Ada.
"My migraine got so bad I was vomiting so I went to sick call real fast and all the doctor gave me was some ibprofen. I told him that I had a brain injury and that I wasn't able to work like this. Wouldn't even give me quarters for 4 hours. Then when I complained agaaain…he got me this big jug of water and told me to drink it all by the end of the day."
Ada lifted her head up completely from the table. "I'm sorry…what?" she hissed sharply. She judged by his jagged scar along the right side of his scalp he wasn't wildly exaggerating his symptoms, so she found it hard to believe that an actual doctor would decidedly ignore them.
"I told him I already tried taking ibuprofen but it wasn't working. Alls he did was offer me more ibuprofen." Suarez massaged his temples and dug his hand up into his right upper eyeline.
She said sardonically, "Did he offer you, perhaps, a dildo too?" She became animated as she pretended to pull something from beneath the desk,
"We have this novel treatment right here; a thick black one or a long purple one. And I personally recommend the purple one."
Suarez was nodding at her sourly while Stevens was starting to smile. She pretended to wave the imaginary dildo to Suarez playfully. He put his head down on the table and covered his face with his arms, groaning. She went on,
"Just take a knee, and I can just shove it up your ass..orrrrr if you give me your hand, we can do it together! Have a great Army day HE-ro!"
The explosive deep laughing behind her alerted her too late, as she tried to lay her head back on the table.
A large hand covered her mouth, as a warm tendril wrapped around her neck. It's grip wasn't tight, and merely rested against her skin. Her chair was tipped just slightly backwards to see the onyx behemoth behind her-Sade.
She could still breathe through her nose but she could no longer feel her toes touch the ground. The chair kept falling slowly backwards, and Ada was unable to wrestle it back onto the floor with her shifting weight. She became still, her eyes unflinching, up at him. Her body now rested uncomfortably sideways against the plastic pole beside her chair.
She carefully painted her face to be expectant, and rather placid. A few long moments later when his hand finally left her mouth, and she immediately said quietly, "You are so rude, ser!" The tendril moved around her neck.
"Could you not?!" She spat up at him with practiced mild irritation. He let out another surprised laugh at her candid demeanor, wobbling the chair to the side. When her hand grasped the table to steady herself, the tendril left her throat to wrap around her wrist and twist it painfully. She flinched.
She could see Ellie with her red jacket, walking outside on the runway towards the vehicles. Ellie was being completely noticeable. Her face was twisting backwards to see if anyone was following her. She was so focused on looking back and around, that her walk was zig zagging and she tripped.
He twisted Ada's wrist harder. She let out a small cry of pain and he quickly released her arm. She said up to his half open maw of thick white scissor teeth, "RUDE!" His hand was back to covering her mouth now, slowly pressing down.
Stevens said irritatedly, "Dude! R-read the room!" The heatwave behind her remained, while the hand disappeared from her mouth. She felt the BoW's hand slide behind her neck, holding the middle of the chair now. She tried to lift it and scooch back towards the desk, but instead ended up bumping the chair backwards in her vain attempt.
A voice called out, "Hey! Did you activate the BoW? Stop that shit specialist!"
Ada, now completely freed and sitting upright, glared silently at whoever had just said that.
It was SFC Oliviera, fully in his camo uniform, like the rest of the group. To Ada, it seemed ludicrous that someone would even suggest that. Ludicrous for a rational person to think a sitting person-facing a window, would be antagonizing another person standing behind them. But Oliviera still had it out for her big-time, it seemed.
Oliviera clapped his hands together, "Alright quick update for you heroes; the commander thinks you could use a few more trials and so today he will be accompanying the formation over to the motorpool. He's gonna be assessing your leadership skills. So, who is gonna be taking charge of the formation?"
Suarez raised his hand, "I-"
"Good, Sergeant."
"He was late and he told us we had to be here 15 minutes prior to the 20 minutes." Stevens said quickly to Oliviera. He smirked the slightest bit at an indignant Suarez.
"Not good, Sergeant, not a good start."
Suarez got up, gulping down some water from his jug. "I went to sick call for a migraine real quick."
"Oh boy." Oliviera seemed to be counting to ten in his head. "Can I just…come here Suarez let's talk."
Suarez got up from the table and took about 5 steps away for a private but yet not private conversation. He stood 'at ease' while Oliviera lectured him loudly.
"Do you know the protocol for sick call?"
"Yea'iknow but I was feeling sick after PT from my migraine so I-"
"Ok but do you know the protocol for sick call?"
"I told the doctor."
"I mean I heard you tell Hildurg but then I specifically told you not to go. I said they wouldn't accept you as a walk-in after 7:30-and so when-you went after informing these two, yes? But did Sergeant Suarez tell you two he would be late and where he was going?"
Stevens and Ada both shook their heads no.
"Ok do you see a problem Suarez?"
"No I told the doctor that I was-"
"You don't see the problem?"
"Sergeant, I just made a quick stop on my way to work I didn't see the need to tell everyone about my medical issues."
Oliviera's eyes were flashing with frustration, "Ok, Ok, you don't see the problem… well let me instruct you because you need it. You need to inform the platoon sergeant at PT formation before the start of PT, that you need to go to sick call. Theeeen you go to sick call after formation falls out for the preparatory PT drills. Follow the protocol, got it?"
"I just-"
"Fucking got it?" Oliviera barked.
"Yes but-"
"SIT down. Sergeant." Oliviera was practically yelling.
"Stevens," Oliviera ground his teeth ever so slightly, "Commander thinks you got some major potential, he thought your scores were pretty good."
"They were? Yea!?" Stevens said incredulously. "Cuz I work out-"
"Don't interrupt! Get down and give me 10 push-ups. You, Specialist! Count for him."
Ada got down on her knees and, still facing the window, began to count loudly.
As Stevens performed his corrective actions, Oliviera was now free to talk without interruption. "Stevens you gotta show the commander that you can take charge today at the motorpool, 'cuz Suarez isn't feeling so hot. Can you do that?"
"Roger Sergeant."
The BoW moved deftly away as Oliviera approached towards him. Oliviera picked up a stack of papers on the deli counter.
"That means you take the vehicle maintenance sheets with you, assign soldiers to their vehicles and make sure you give them the right inventory sheet for each vehicle." Oliviera paused and then went on,
"Specialist uh, what's your name, soldier?"
"Choi." She said to the window.
"Specialist Choi." He said with a commanding flair, "Today you did good, for being female." Ada and Oliviera were now both looking at each other with practiced nonchalance. "That came out wrong, I meant you performed within female PT standards. Ok?"
Ada nodded up at him. They must've pulled her PT scores from earlier and somehow done a sliding scale average between them. Such horseshit! Was anyone capable of simple mathematics on this base? She'd have to find other ways to fail this competition.
"You just have to double check that the vehicle maintenance forms are filled to standard. All the boxes need to be filled out. Too easy right?"
"Hooah."
Suarez butted in, waving at Oliviera's stern face. "Formation time is now, Sergeant, I need to get my squad ready."
"Whooo, ah. Get outside and just know the commander is gonna come out to assess you."
"He's not going to be there?" Ada asked Oliviera.
"He will be." Oliviera said matter of factly.
Oliviera now had to turn his attention to Sade, who was standing beside the Deli. "You sure you wanna join ARSOF? Cuz Umbrella contracting is a sweet gig; you get the title of LT but none of the responsibilities."
Sade whipped out a magnetic drawing pad from his military rucksack and wrote with the hardened nail of his finger, 'SOF missions are better.'
"You have to work with the men, do you understand that?" Oliviera glared up at Sade. "None of that shit you pulled with Kennedy outside the gates." He had his hand cupped into a knife, pointing at Sade.
The magnetic pad now read 'He was out of line.'
"I don't fucking caaaaare!" Oliviera shouted up at Sade angrily. "You don't fucking touch my men. Got it?"
Sade backed away and cracked his neck. He was humming to himself some off tune sing song. He wrote on his pad "Roger."
"Roger Sergeant. Write it."
Stevens nudged Ada on their way down the ramp to the outside, "You won't catch me talking to a loaded gun like that. I like living."