Heyo there. Back at it with chapter 4 wooo. Before starting I want to thank Schadenfreude435 for a tattoo suggestion. Thank you for the suggestion because I haven't watched the loud house for a little while, so I need a little reminder of these things haha. But yeah, I hope you all enjoy this chapter and make sure to read till the end.
A few weeks flew by. It was now mid may and the weather has gotten a little better in the UK. Lincoln had to deal with mostly rainy and windy weather throughout his couple of months in the UK. Everyone but Lincoln wasn't the slightest bit bothered by all the rain and the wind. It's no wonder they don't have AC. I'm bad mouthing my country here for some reason. But since the weather was getting better, Lincoln was able to warm up now. But that meant if there's no AC then he would have some trouble cooling down. It's a little more difficult than warming up.
Since Lincoln had decided to stay in the UK, he had to get his visa to stay permanently. There was also telling his family to help him out with moving his things. Although he probably doesn't need them since they are just his old kid things. He could probably get them shipped anyway, like his comics and stuff. There was his clothes that he didn't take, since before he left he only had on the clothes he was given by the army.
Right now, Lincoln was outside helping the staff with training the new recruits trying out for positions in the SAS. Some maybe even joining Lincolns squad. They were stood outside in the stones with the recruits standing side by side while Lincoln stood with the rest of the staff while the head of the staff was talking to them.
The man was in his 30s, nearing his 40s almost. He a tight-fitting black under armour shirt and black military trousers and heavy boots. He also had a half sleeve tattoo and a moustache. His hair was also slightly grey and cut short.
Lincoln and the rest of the staff were dressed the same practically. They listened in to what the head staff was saying to the training recruits.
"If you choose to exit this training course, you give me your number" he said referring to the recruits wearing number patches listed from 1 to 20 "I am expecting you ALL to listen to me and my fellow staff members" he gestured to the men behind him, Lincoln behind to the far left "Today you will all be learning tactics that we were taught when we joined. You will be given gloves and head protection as you will be paired up" Lincoln and the rest of the staff members handed the recruits boxing cloves and head protection and even mouth guards for them "That person you will be paired up with will be the person you are fighting with so we can examine the skills you currently possess" Lincoln handed a set of gloves to one recruit who seemed to be nervous. Lincoln wanted to help calm him down, but he was under strict orders to not do so until they hand in their patch.
Lincoln just walked back to the group of staff behind the head staff member.
"Here is your paring"
He listed everyone that is being paired up with for their fight. Lincoln watched as some people were kind of not too happy about the person they were paired up with. The head staff noted the people who were the closest with each other and it was to teach them not to let their feelings for that person get in the way of surviving.
He finished his listing and shouted "Alright! Let's get a move on!"
They all started to head to the arena that was built in one of the air hangers. It was next to the one that had the raid simulation that Lincoln took part in. Inside this hanger was a giant mat that was mostly used in karate fights and other martial art tournaments. Everyone gathered around it and waited for instructions.
"First pair fighting is number 9 and number 14"
The pair walked into the centre of the mat and stood in front of each other. With their gloves on and mouth and head guards.
"Right. I'm going to say 'go' and when I do, you will not hold back from fighting your partner. When I say 'stop' you stop fighting and step away from each other"
As he explained Lincoln saw a medical team at the side, in case if anything went wrong. This made Lincoln feel better for the recruits in case one might get carried away. Or end up tripping and breaking their nose.
"Ready?"
The recruits nodded as they held their fists up, standing in front of each other and the head staff in between them. Lincoln stood with his arms crossed as he watched.
"Go!" the staff leader stepped back.
The recruits started throwing their fists at each other. Number 9 who was much bigger than number 14 was able to land some hits on number 14. But number 14 just kept his arms in defensive as he took the punches from number 9. But as number 9 threw his punches at number 14, he was starting to tire out as number 9 was able to take everything number 14 had.
Without seeing it come, number 9 uppercut number 14. Knocking number 14 back a few steps. Number 9 charged and started throwing jabs at number 14s chest.
"STOP!" the head staff yelled out as he got between them.
"NAH IM NOT DONE!" number 14 was angry and started to try and get past the head staff to get to number 9. Number 14 then was able to throw a punch at the side of number 9s head very hard knocking his head and making him fall to the ground.
"I SAID STOP NOW NUMBER 14!" the head staff yelled as number 14 wasn't stopping after even knocking number 9 to the ground.
In one motion number 14 was swept to the floor after getting kicked at his legs making him fall to the side. Number 14 then felt a pressure applied to his arms and flipped over to his stomach with his arms pinned behind his back. The head staff stood back a bit as he saw Lincoln pinning number 14 to the ground.
"You alright number 9?" Lincoln asked as he watched the medic team rush to number 9, taking off his head gear and examining his head. There was blood dripping down the side of number 9s head slightly.
Number 14 was struggling to get up by Lincolns strength, even though being bigger than Lincoln. Lincoln was still able to find a technique to make it difficult for number 14 to get up "Once you calm down, I'll let you up" Lincoln informed number 14 who was still lightly struggling.
"Number 14. You are disqualified for disobeying my commands" the head staff said as he walked up to the rest of the recruits "Training is cancelled for this evening. We'll go over this another time, clearly some of you might not have the correct skills" the recruits listened and ran back outside and to their bunks.
The head staff then walked back to Lincoln who was still holding number 14 down even though he stopped struggling to get up.
"You alright there?" the head staff asked Lincoln "I'm good. Just making sure he's cool" Lincoln said as he was kind of afraid to let number 14 back up.
"I am calm" number 14 said as he was breathing heavily from struggling "Let him up sarge" Lincoln listened and stood up from the guy, letting him stand up in front of the head staff.
"Give me your number" the head staff said as he held his hand out for the patch. The guy sighed and handed him the patch "Get out of my fucking face now"
The guy left with one of the staff following him, leaving the rest of the staff behind.
"Alright. Loud you stay behind. The rest of you head on out" the head staff watched everyone leave and turned his attention to Lincoln.
"You just transferred here, didn't you?"
"Yes. Sergeant Lincoln Loud" Lincoln replied as he held his hand out.
The man shook his hand "Sergeant Jack West" he replied with his name "I heard you were in delta force is that correct son?" Jack asked as they both left the hanger.
"Yeah. I was with them for about half a year before coming here. Just started off as training but I felt like I belonged, and Adams and Connors approved of me to stay" As Lincoln explained they were just walking side by side.
"Word went around that you and sergeant Peters stopped that robbery in the town near here?" Jack asked as he was slightly unsure if it was true or not "Yeah. We were nearby when we heard the gunshots, so we figured we'd step in" Lincoln answered honestly.
"Well good. Even if you aren't on duty, you can step in if you have the equipment with you ready to go" Jack was impressed Lincoln "One more thing" Jack and Lincoln had made it to Lincolns quarters.
"Yes?" Lincoln asked as he turned around facing Jack "When will you get your own house? You've been living here for almost 3 months now since you and your squad came here for training 2 months ago"
Lincoln was unsure about a house; he didn't know how it worked down here.
"You can stay if you need, but it would be better if you had your own place to go to when your off-duty son" Jack let it be known to Lincoln he can stay as long as he needs but knows it's best for Lincoln to look for his own place "I appreciate your help with training. But come on now, we all need a break from this"
"I'll look into it, thank you sarge" Lincoln thanked him and shook his hand one last time before going inside of his quarters and Jack walking away.
Lincoln saw his phone on his nightstand buzzing. He picked it up and saw he had a phone call from Sarah coming in. He swiped answer and lifted the phone to his ear.
"Hey Sarah!" Lincoln answered as he then sat down on his bed taking.
"Hi hun. I tried calling you a couple times, but it kept going to voicemail" Lincoln checked his phone and saw he had a couple missed calls from Sarah.
"Ah. Yeah, sorry I was helping train the new recruits" Lincoln explained and heard Sarah laughing a little.
"That's alright. I was just calling to ask you if you want to schedule your next tattoo? If you think you can handle the pain again" Sarah giggled a little.
"Yeah haha. I did have another idea we can add to the sleeve. When I was younger, I was a fan of this comic book called 'Ace Savvy' I'm not much of a fan of it now, but it was one of my favourite hobbies when I was a child. So, I was thinking maybe had a spread of ace cards going down my arm" Lincoln explained over the phone to Sarah.
From the other line Lincoln could hear typing on a keyboard "Ahh okay I see it. Just googled to see it, that's cute" Sarah said as she giggled a little at Lincolns hobby from when he was 11.
"Yeah haha. When do you want me to come in?" Lincoln asked her "Oh you can come in today if you'd like. The shop is shut, I'm just here seeing how much stock we have left and if I need to get more"
"Sounds good. I'll get a bus" Before Lincoln could finish the call he was stopped by a 'no!'
"No?" Lincoln asked as he lifted the phone back up to his ear "I can come pick you up silly. I'll be there in 5" Sarah offered.
"Oh okay. I'll be waiting outside for you" Lincoln agreed to the ride.
"See you in a few hun" Sarah then ended the call.
Lincoln stood up and changed out of his body armour shirt. He then reached into the nightstand that had a few drawers and pulled out a plain grey shirt. He then changed out of the camo trousers and slipped on a pair of blue jeans. After that he grabbed a black flannel and walked out the quarters and headed to the front gate. He waited for the gate to open and nodded to the guy controlling it and the guards.
"See you later sarge!" one of the guards shouted to Lincoln as he left the base.
Lincoln turned and saluted while walking backwards and then turned around and started heading to the road. Lincoln slipped on his flannel, not bothering to button it up as it was only a little warm outside. Still cold as he is in the UK after all. He stood waiting and looked at the watch he had on his phone and saw Sarah was running a little bit late.
Walking down from the other side of the street, Lincoln saw a couple walking by. They looked to be in their 20s, a little younger than Lincoln. He saw the girl turned her head after noticing Lincoln and smiled and waved a little. The girl had on a black hoodie and a skirt while the guy was walking in just a plain grey shirt and cargo shorts. The girl seemed to be keeping part of her face covered for some reaons. This made Lincoln feel slightly uneasy about it.
The guy looked at the girl looking at Lincoln, then back at her and stopped and grabbed her "What the fuck are you doing? You looking at him? Huh?" he grabbed both her arms tightly.
"N-no I wasn't!" she yelled slightly "What did I tell you about this? You look at any other guys and I swear to fuck you will regret it Hannah!" the guy yelled back at her but louder.
Lincoln didn't like this and started to cross over the road and up to the couple "Everything alright there?" Lincoln asked them.
"Everythings fine. Right Hannah?" the guy asked as he nudged her after letting her go when he saw Lincoln. The girl didn't answer and just stayed quiet as she looked down at the ground with the hood up her head.
The guy looked back at Lincoln and smiled nervously. He pulled the back of her head lifting her head up and taking the hood off "I said-"
Lincoln saw the girl now looking at him with a bruised eye and busted lip. She had been beaten. The guy looked at her and threw her hood back up "She's fine. Let's go" the guy then grabbed Hannah by the hand. But Lincoln stepped in front of them.
"I don't think so" Lincoln said sternly. The guy huffed and rolled his eyes "Come on man. We're just trying to go out for a nice night"
He kept holding the girl's hand tightly, she was obviously not comfortable at all. Lincoln then turned his attention to the girl and spoke with a soft voice. Much like the one Adams used when they took care of those men in the pub "Do you want to go with this boy?" he asked her.
"Alright look mate. Go back to America or wherever you came from. This is none of your business" the guy told Lincoln as he tried to sound more sternly than Lincoln did when he stopped them from walking away.
Lincoln didn't pay attention to the guy and kept looking at the girl. The girl looked back up at Lincoln then back at the guy. She shook her head slightly. The guy saw her shake her head to which he lifted his hand and cocked it back with his hand open "Oh that's it you are fucking-" before the guy could swing his hand at her, Lincoln grabbed it.
"Let her go...mate" Lincoln told him as he mimicked the guy's accent when he called Lincoln 'mate'. The guy then let go of the girl's hand allowing her to step back a little watching what was now happening.
Without saying anything, the guy cocked his free hand back and formed a fist and swung it to Lincoln. Lincoln pushed the guy's hand away, making the guy miss his punch. Lincoln then kicked the guy in the shin causing him to fall onto his stomach and Lincoln pinning the guy down with his hand behind his back.
"W-WHAT THE- GET THE FUCK OFF ME!" the guy screamed, and Lincoln looked at the girl.
"Call the police please" Lincoln asked her with his still calm voice. She then pulled out her phone from her pocket and dialled 999. The guy continued to struggle under Lincolns knee that was pressed into his back while Lincoln kept the guy's hand pinned behind as well.
"You really think the police will believe you man?" the guy yelled a little as he started to struggle less.
Lincoln then lifted the guy's head up "They'll believe my men" Lincoln said as the guy was now looking at the guards at the gate he came from with cameras and a couple recruits who were watching from the gate and laughing.
"WAY TO GO SERGEANT LOUD!" one of the recruits yelled out to Lincoln.
Lincoln laughed a little but kept his focus on the man below his knee. Without realising it, Sarah was parked outside the base and proceeded to get out.
"Lincoln!" Sarah shouted. She walked over across the street to what was happening "What happened?" she asked him. Lincoln responded by looking at the girl behind him with the still visible bruised eye and bloody lip.
Sarah walked over to her "Are you okay sweetie?" she asked her.
The girl shook her head and proceeded to cry. She didn't realise she had the police operator on the end of her phone. Sarah took the girls phone and answered the call for her.
While Sarah was getting a police officer down, the guy was still attempting to get up from the floor. Lincoln kept his pressure on the guys back and started to twist the guy's arm just slightly.
"AH FUCK YOU!" the guy yelled at Lincoln yet again "Stop trying to move and I'll stop" Lincoln said as he waited for the police to come.
Within a few minutes a police car had come down. The two officers got out of their car and approached Lincoln and the guy. Sarah stood back from the girl so the police can intervene.
"Are you the one who called us?" one of the officers pointed to Sarah who was still on the phone to the operator "No it was her I was just taking care of the details" Sarah explained as she handed the girls phone back. The officer nodded.
Lincoln had gotten up to allow the other officer to arrest the guy on the ground. He was then lifted to his feet and placed into the back of the police car.
"So, care to explain what happened?" the officer walked back over to Lincoln and Sarah.
Both the pair explained what had happened and what they did to help. The officers looked at the gate to see the other soldiers still standing to see if their comrade was going to be arrested.
"I take it they're your men sir?" the officer turned back and looked at Lincoln. Lincoln nodded to the officer as he stood with his hands behind his back. It was a reflex at this point when someone is addressing him.
The officer then stuck his hand out to Lincoln. Lincoln shook the officer's hand and turned to the girl.
"You alright to get home hen?" the officer asked the girl standing next to Sarah. The girl nodded "Then I guess you both are good to go. We'll need to keep you here for a bit so we can make a statement" the officer pointed to the girl as his partner took out his notepad.
Before Lincoln and Sarah left, the girl took Lincolns hand and looked up at him with her bruised eye "Thank you" she then wrapped her arms around Lincoln, pressing her head against his chest. Lincoln felt stunned when the girl wrapped her arms around him. He hugged her back and whispered to her "Stay safe"
With that being done, Lincoln and Sarah were heading their way to Sarahs tattoo shop in her car. The car ride was silent after the police told them they can leave and they'll take care of the girl. Sarah then pulled up to the traffic sign turned red. They waited for the light to turn green. Lincoln finally decided to break the silence "Funny how around the second time we meet there's disaster" Lincoln laughed slightly but Sarah wasn't laughing with him.
She didn't look happy, or sad, or even angry for that matter. She just turned her head to Lincoln "So ace cards huh? You sure you want them for a sleeve? I mean there's a few other types of designs I can show you when we get there"
Lincoln was confused. Was Sarah dodging what had just happened? Or is it just the norm for her to see stuff like that happen? Lincoln didn't want to ask more so he just ignored it and nodded to seeing more designs. Sarah smiled a little and drove once the light turned green.
After a little drive back into the town Lincoln was in with his and Adams men when the robbery happened, nothing had really changed. The bank wasn't damaged or anything, it looked the same. Sarah parked her car outside of the high street like last time and the pair got out and walked up to the tattoo shop. Sarah opened it with her keys and they both walked in and Sarah flipped a couple of switches.
"I'll get the books so you can pick out a design" Sarah said as she walked over to the counter and started rummaging through the books she had underneath.
Lincoln looked around as he stuck his hands in his pockets. He looked at the many designs on the walls and the pictures of people with crazy designs. One girl with her whole body tattooed head to toe. A guy with a dragon down his back and the tail going around his chest. There was even a guy with a tattoo of Johnny Depp on his back. What is it with this place and Johnny Depp?
Sarah then came out with a book and lead Lincoln into the room with the chairs and equipment. Lincoln took a seat and was handed the book by Sarah for him to look through "Just have a look and I'll get the stuff ready" Sarah then went to get the machine ready.
Lincoln looked through the book and saw multiple of designs. Ones ranged from a spread of cards, like the ace, king, queen and jack. Others would be the numbers of cards used for dates for people's birthdays or special occasions. As he flipped through he couldn't decide on a tattoo. They all looked good but Lincoln didn't feel like either of them belonged on his body. He looked at his arm, he wanted something to either do with his family or the forces. Both mean a lot to him.
After about 10 minutes Sarah came back in with the tattoo guns and ink and pulled up her chair and sat down as she did last time. She opened the case and got everything ready "So what will it be hun?"
Lincoln didn't say anything and just closed the book. He looked up at Sarah "I want an ace king and queen with ten ace one's cards for my sisters" Lincoln told Sarah his final decision "I'd like the one's to be spread out down my arm too. Maybe add some little ones to fill in the gaps. Like stars almost but they're rectangles" Lincoln chuckled at the idea thinking Sarah would say no.
She took out her tattoo gun and the ink "Say less hun"
1 hour later
After an hour of tattooing and talking about what they've been up to, Lincolns whole right arm was done. He had the king and the queen in the centre of his forearm and the little ones for his sisters all around the king and queen. It spread up to his arm and down to his wrist, making it a patch sleeve practically. Lincoln liked it.
"That's you all done hun. Can't believe you still haven't cried yet" Sarah chuckled as she stood up and put the gun away in her case. Lincoln thought about something to say. Then asked.
"Does this mean I get another kiss?"
Sarah turned around and smirked at Lincoln "How cheeky of you" this made the pair laugh. Sarah however did walk up to Lincoln and grabbed his chin with her index finger and thumb. Making Lincoln look at her he stopped laughing "Oh? Really?" Lincoln asked as he could sense what Sarah was going to do.
"Oh yes really" Sarah smiled and then leaned in and kissed Lincoln not on the cheek, but on the lips. Lincoln was surprised to say the least, but was not wasting time thinking and kissed Sarah back gently. Their tongues pressed against each other as they deepened the kiss.
A kiss that was only meant to last a second ended up lasting a lot longer as Sarah kicked off her shoes and climbed on top of Lincolns lap and continued kissing him. Lincoln had no idea what to do but kept kissing Sarah and trailed his hands up her legs and to her waist, holding her on his lap.
They then pulled away and looked at each other panting for air slightly from their make out session.
"H-hah. That was intense" Sarah laughed almost as she breathed in for air. Lincoln nodded but then felt something grow below his waist. Sarah could feel it and looked down at Lincolns crotch. She looked back up smirking again at him "Something I never got to ask you hun" Sarah started then leaned in to Lincolns ear and whispered to him "Ever fucked in a tattoo shop?"
Lincolns cheeks glowed red after Sarah whispered to him and then looked at his reaction. To which Lincoln shook his head "Never even had sex before"
Sarah had a little look of shock on her face "Never?"
Lincoln shook his head again "I almost did with a girl I liked. But didn't because of something that happened that night" Lincoln admitted.
"Well" Sarah started to unbuckle Lincolns belt while keeping eye contact with him "How about I make up for what she couldn't do"
Lincoln bit his lip and then tilted his head back a bit as Sarah pulled down Lincolns pants and then his briefs, then pulling off his shirt as well. Before she could touch Lincolns member, she noticed a scar down the front of Lincolns left shoulder. It looked to be about the length of a knife wound.
"How did this happen?" Sarah asked as she touched Lincolns scar. It looked ot be only a few years old.
Lincoln fell quiet for a minute, Sarah understood why and slid her hand down from his scar and to his member, grabbing it gently "We'll talk about that later, right now I need to take care of this big guy" Sarah giggled as she stroked Lincoln below his waist.
Lincoln moaned a little as she stroked him. His mind started to wonder back 4 years ago; how did he get that scar?
4 years ago
Back in royal woods, a 17-year-old Lincoln was sitting in an empty house. Couldn't have been his own house...wait it was his own house? Lincoln was somehow able to get the house to himself since god knows how long. Maybe when Everyone thought he was bad luck and he was left alone. Reasons for why he had the house to himself? No to as to why.
Everyone was doing their own stuff practically, like jobs and friends and stuff. Parents were also away visiting some family outside of Michigan. Lincoln presumed it was extended family as all they said was family. It was about 5pm and Lincoln was just sitting in the living room playing some video games. Lincolns hair was messy and thicker than it was before and he was dressed in an orange t-shirt with a red flannel on top and black jeans. He thought about inviting Clyde over, but he had to help his parents with some chores so Lincoln was pretty much by himself. Just him and his controller in front of a screen on a couch with a bag of chips sitting next to him. He didn't really do his best to keep fit, but he was still skinny as anything like when he was 11.
Yep, tonight was going to be relaxing without any interrup-
*DING DONG*
"Must be my pizza" Lincoln thought to himself as he paused his game and got up to answer the door with a $10 bill ready.
Lincoln opened the door, but instead of a pizza man it was a girl...Ronnie-anne?
Before Lincoln could even speak a single word, he was jumped by Ronnie-anne with a hug "Hey there lame-o!" she laughed almost as she hugged Lincoln. Lincoln wrapped his arms back around Ronnie-anne and laughed as well hugging her.
"Hey! What are you doing in royal woods?" Lincoln asked as he let go of Ronnie-anne and letting her come inside, closing the door behind her.
"My mom had to take care of some stuff, so I asked her to drop me off here so I can see you. If that's alright with you" Ronnie-anne explained as she sat down on the couch.
Lincoln smiled and sat back down "Yeah of course. Happy to you see you"
"Likewise lame-o" she smiled back at Lincoln.
"So how are you? And your family?" Lincoln asked as he folded his arms and laid back a bit on the couch.
"Oh yeah, they're great, what about yours?" Ronnie-anne asked Lincoln. But before he could say anything Ronnie-anne spoke again "Hang on...why is it quiet?" she asked as she looked around surprised to not see any yelling or running around.
"Yeah, I got the house to myself that's why you can't hear any fights or things blowing up" Lincoln explained with a little chuckle. Somehow after 17 years he still managed to survive in this house.
"Oooh" Ronnie-anne said with a little smirk.
"Ooooh yeah...why are we saying Oooh?" Lincoln asked with a little laughter.
Without saying anything, Ronnie-anne climbed over onto Lincolns lap. Causing him to gasp and surprised by Ronnie-annes action "What are you doing?" Lincoln asked her.
"You know I like you, Lincoln. Right?" she said as she started to pull his flannel down behind him and down his arms to get the sleeves off "Uhm, yeah. I like you too"
Ronnie-anne was dressed in a purple jean jacket with a punk shirt beneath it and same-coloured jeans as Lincoln. She still dressed like a tomboy. She pulled her jacket off and threw it next to them on the empty side of the couch. Lincoln had a feeling where this was going, but didn't want to make the first move yet. Ronnie-anne giggled and lifted her shirt up exposing her chest...with no bra.
"Go on...have a feel"
Ronnie-annes chest was a little bigger this time, it wasn't flat or anything. Lincoln lifted his hands up and touched Ronnie-annes chest, flicking his thumbs over her nipples which made her giggle a bit "That's it" she cooed "good boy"
Lincoln continued to touch her chest as she praised him a little. This also made her grind against his crotch. Both the teenagers moaned at the feelings they were experiencing together as they both rubbed against each other quite firmly. Ronnie-anne stared to trail her hand down to Lincolns crotch. Starting to unbuckle his belt.
Her fingers pulled on his briefs...then-
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK DING DONG*
"RONNIE"
Both the teenagers stopped their actions and looked at the door. Ronnie-anne got off Lincolns lap "Shit shit SHIT!" she mumbled as she ran up to the door and locked it.
"What's going on?" Lincoln stood up and started to buckle his belt.
"This guy won't leave me alone! We hooked up once and he literally followed-" Ronnie-anne couldn't finish her sentence in time.
*CRACK CRACK- BASH!*
The front door was kicked opened. A tanned man came inside wearing a red hat with a brown jacket, a white shirt underneath it and sweatpants. Lincoln was confused and angry this random guy just kicked the front door in.
"What do you think you're doing?" he walked up to Ronnie-anne and grabbed her wrist "I get back to the car and you're at this fucking asshole's house? I told you to stay put!" the guy started to pull on Ronnie-annes wrist, trying to take her outside. Ronnie-anne was pulling back and then looked at Lincoln, begging for help.
Lincoln immediately stepped in and pushed the guy outside, making him let go of Ronnie-anne and falling down the stairs of the porch and on the ground. Lincoln looked back at Ronnie-anne "Call the cops!" Lincoln then ran outside to see the guy stand back up and pulled his jacket off and his hat and clenched his fists as he looked at Lincoln. Lincoln knew what was going to happen so he lifted his fists up.
The guy threw a punch to Lincolns stomach, unfortunately knocking the wind out of Lincoln. Lincoln fell back to the ground, allowing the guy to climb on top of Lincoln and start throwing punches to Lincolns face. Lincoln was pinned down and scared this guy was going to kill Lincoln. His life flashed before him, seeing his family. Lincoln all of a sudden grabbed the guy's fists when he tried landing a couple more punches, he looked back at him and felt his blood boil when he saw this fucker trying to get the better of Lincoln. Lincoln on instinct threw his knee into the guy's crotch, then throwing him above Lincoln, making him crash into the set of stairs leading up the porch.
Lincoln quickly pulled himself to his feet and looked behind him as the guy got back up. Lincoln felt something run down his face and get in his eye. He rubbed his head and found blood on his finger tips, the guy had split Lincolns eyebrow open.
"ZANE! STOP IT!" Ronnie-anne yelled from the house.
Zane turned around facing the door. Rain had started to fall; it was thundering now as Lincoln heard the thunder strikes. Zane made his way up the stairs "We're leaving! NOW!"
Lincoln didn't want this guy entering his house again. He ran up and grabbed Zane by the shoulder pulling him back and clocking him in the jaw! Zane was taken off guard allowing Lincoln to throw more punches to Zane in his jaw and his cheeks, Lincoln was about to make him bleed too. He couldn't let him get near Ronnie-anne if she was hiding from him practically. Zane tried throwing more punches but Lincoln was able to block them off thanks for a technique, Lynn showed him a few days ago when she was training. Lincoln pulled Zane onto the grass outside and both boys fell to the ground wrestling almost. Lincoln had the upper hand as he threw more punches at Zane. He grabbed Zane by his shirt and continued to throw his fist into his Zane's face, right into his nose and his cheeks. Lincolns knuckles were starting to turn red as Zane's blood was getting on them and they turned a brownish purple bruise. Afterall Lincoln was punching bones.
Lincoln then felt someone grab his fist before he could go back to it. He turned around and saw Ronnie-anne was behind him, holding his arm stopping him from from doing more damage. Lincoln had realised what he did and let go of Zane's shirt then stood up leaving him in the dirt. Zane's nose was messed up, bloody, his cheeks were bruised, and there was a drip of blood going down his lip. Lincoln had messed him up in ways he didn't think he was able to do.
"The cops are on there way. I called an ambulance as well, your eyebrow is bleeding!" Ronnie-anne panted as she was worried about Lincolns injury.
Lincoln pushed her hand away gently when she tried touching it "I'll be okay. Just make sure- AGH!"
Zane had gotten back up from the ground and had stabbed a switchblade into the back of Lincolns shoulder, causing the end of the blade to stick out from the other side of Lincoln's shoulder and through his shirt and flannel.
Ronnie-anne saw the blade sticking out of Lincolns shoulder. She had gasped.
"LINCOLN!"
Present
25 minutes later
"And yeah. That's how I ended up with a few stitches and this scar since I was 17" Lincoln explained "I punched Zane more and he pulled the knife out and ran before the cops could arrest him. Ronnie-anne didn't know where he lived, but he was someone she dated for a couple of weeks before learning he was a psycho"
Both Sarah and Lincoln were on the couch in the waiting room. Sarah was on top of Lincoln, cuddled up with Lincolns flannel over them as a blanket. Lincoln had finally lost his v-card. Losing it to someone he had only met for not that long was something he didn't expect to happen. Sarah sighed and looked up at Lincoln with her head still laying on his chest "You were a brave kid. Still can't believe you went through that"
Lincoln talked for a bit about how he got his scar after they had sex. It was a nice moment to share as they cuddled up on the couch together "What did your parents think?" Sarah asked Lincoln.
"They were just thankful I was okay. My sisters were worried I'd get stabbed again so they hid knives from me for a little while" Lincoln laughed once he finished talking as it sounds like a joke when he tells Sarah.
"Just how family are with each other. My brother cut my sisters hair when I was babysitting them so I had to hide the scissors because my sister was scared, he'd do it again" Sarah shared with Lincoln.
"Ohhh noo haha!" Lincoln covered his mouth as he let out his laughter upon hearing Sarah tell him that "Yeah! I had to fucking hide the scissors so well even I forgot where they were!" Sarah exclaimed with laughter also.
The pair calmed down with their laughter and sighed in the end. Sarah turned and looked at the clock then back at Lincoln "You know I could probably make a cool design to cover up that scar" Sarah suggested to Lincoln while she rubbed his scar gently.
"Like what?" Lincoln asked her "Oh come on now hun, don't you trust me hehe" Sarah giggled then stood up and held her hand out for Lincoln.
Lincoln didn't know what she was going to do, but he trusted her with his body. He then took her hand and stood up and they got their clothes on except Lincoln didn't put his shirt back on. Sarah led Lincoln back into the room and motioned for him to sit back down in the chair to which he did. She brought back out the tattoo guns and got Lincolns shoulder ready from the front and back of it.
"Free of charge as well" she smiled and started up her gun and began to tattoo Lincolns shoulder.
2 hours later
A couple hours of tattooing for Lincoln again in the same day. He still felt the heat on his arm and now he is feeling a lot more heat and pain on the back of his shoulder and the front where his collarbone is.
"All done" Sarah said as she clicked the gun off "Go have a look in the mirror" Sarah smiled as Lincoln then got up and walked over to the mirror to look at what she did.
Sarah had given Lincoln an armour tattoo for his shoulder. It was over both sides of where his wound was, barely noticeable. It also stretched over to his left peck making half a chest armour, just barely touching his nipple. Sarah got up and walked over to Lincoln and hugged him from behind with her chin resting on his right shoulder, avoiding his left "Every hero needs a piece of armour" she whispered and then kissed the back of his shoulder.
"I should take you back now, let me know if you're going house hunting because I know some good places" Sarah informed as she handed Lincoln his shirt and flannel.
Lincoln smiled and took his shirt and flannel, putting them on "Thank you Sarah, I might go looking sometime next week" Lincoln told her as he did think of it a little bit.
Once they both were dressed, they exited the tattoo shop and Lincoln stood by and let Sarah lock it up. Once she finished that, they headed back to the car and Sarah took Lincoln back to the base. The drive was quiet, nothing unusual...even though they just hooked up in Sarah's tattoo shop. Was that something she did normally?
Back at base
The drive back was quiet throughout and it matched the atmosphere as the streets since they were empty, only seeing a couple cars pass by. Sarah parked outside the base as normal. She put the car into park and looked at Lincoln.
Lincoln looked back at her but was unsure of what to say, things felt awkward for some reason. She finally spoke up though "I know things must feel weird now, don't it?" Sarah asked Lincoln "Yeah, a little. I don't know why...things were fine before we got in the car" Lincoln said.
"Yeah, it happens. It's alright, I was glad to give you your first time" Sarah winked at her last remark to Lincoln.
Lincoln smiled a little "It was great. Thank you" Lincoln said but instantly regretted as it sounded like she just did it out of pity.
"Oh hun, don't think I just had sex with you because you never done it before" Sarah explained "I did it because you're pretty cute...and sexy" Sarah chuckled a little as she Lincoln started blushing "If you want to do it again then I don't mind" she then leaned over and whispered in Lincolns ear "And if you want we can head back to my place next time" and she then kissed Lincolns cheek.
Lincoln couldn't believe a girl like her who was older and probably way better off with someone much like her, was interested in Lincoln. Lincoln didn't try flirting with her, all he really did was say that day 'does this mean I get another kiss?' and before he knew it, they were fucking. Lincoln thanked her for the ride and stepped out the car and made his way down to the gate. He was let in and headed to his quarters.
Once Lincoln made his way inside, he was met with Jack who was standing outside the quarters smoking a cigar. He spotted Lincoln and waved over to him. Lincoln walked over and Jack took his cigar out his mouth "Haven't seen you around for a bit"
Lincoln scratched the back of his head "Yeah. I was a bit busy"
The pair stood outside in the dark, with a cloud of smoke around them. Jack held the cigar between his lips and stuffed his hands in his cargo trousers "So, what happened with the recruit?" Lincoln asked as he was referring to the fight that happened earlier today.
"His name's Ben Rodger. Joined and served for 5 years after he was banned from boxing for nearly putting a guy into a coma. We've had to remove him from the course, can't have someone like that with anger problems" Jack shook his head as he watched the other recruits going through some more training ahead of them with the other staff members "You can't have anger issues because if you are taken hostage by the enemy, you have to learn how to keep your cool. If you start letting them get to you, then you won't be able to handle interrogations and that will get you a ticket to deaths door" Jacks educated Lincoln.
Lincoln was taught something similar with delta force about interrogations, it was simulated as if Lincoln was kidnapped or taken hostage. The brutal part was they used his family information against him, telling Lincoln their names and what they do for a living. Not something Lincoln told them but they did have access to his file for that knowledge.
"Where you been away?" Jack asked after puffing some smoke out from his cigar "Oh well I went to get a couple tattoos" Lincoln said as he took off his flannel as he was feeling a little hot "Ah alright. Good on you"
"Yeah. Well, I'm gonna hit the hay, see you in the-"
"Jack! Jack have you seen that kid Lincoln anywhere?" Jack looked down at his waist to his belt with his radio attached to it. It was Adams who was speaking over it. He picked it up and pressed the button "Yeah Lincolns with me. We're at the quarters"
"Okay well you and him head over to the hanger, we got something important to talk about" Adams spoke again over the radio. Jack looked at Lincoln and Lincoln nodded "Alright we're on our way mate" Jack clipped his radio back on his belt "Let's go see what he's wanting from us" Jack and Lincoln started to head over to one of the hangers Lincolns team used for planning and training.
Once they made their way over, Lincoln saw there was some gear on the tables and rucksacks. Lincoln knew what this meant, but what did it have to do with Jack? The pair walked over to Adams who was waiting for Jack and Lincoln with Peters and the rest of the other men "Alright, you're here" Adams noticed the pair walking over.
"You mind telling us what's happening?" Jack asked.
"Right!" Connors came into the hanger and signalled someone with a thumbs up to close the hanger doors. They started to close; this must've been serious if they had to close the doors. Connors and Adams stood in front of everyone "Right! So, some of you know what we're here for. For the rest we'll fill you in" Adams explained then Connors took over "A couple of men from a team called Foxtrot was sent on a covert operation surveillance in Basara Iraq. They were investigating and monitoring the police as they suspected they were working with an Iraq militia. The men didnae report back after a wee while and its suspected they were discovered and captured by the police or militia" Everyone but the people who knew were surprised by this.
Jack spoke up as he held his cigar between his fingers "So where do we come into this?" he asked the million-dollar question.
"We tried to get permission to act upon the matter and head to Iraq to rescue them. But we've been given superior orders from London not to act and let them negotiate without causing any trouble between us and Iraq" Adams answered Jacks question "So if we've been given superior orders then we can't go" Lincoln said expecting the conversation to be done there.
"Naw. Don't think we're just gonna let those bastards keep hud of oor men" Connors said as he pointed at Lincoln.
"So, we're basically going to disobey special orders from London?" Jack asked "That's right son" Connors said again.
"Oh great, so is this everyone we're taking?" Peters asked as he gestured to the 20 men they had "We've also called in a favour from delta force for about 40 paratroopers as a support group for us" Adams answered "Hold on a minute" Jack stepped forward out of the crowd "If we do this then we're risking being court-martialled"
Everyone stayed silent and looked at each other. No one was sure if it was a risk worth doing.
"Who Dares Wins" Lincoln spoke first among the crowd "That's our motto. I'm in" Lincoln walked up to Connors and shook his hand, joining them.
Everyone started to join in as well, even Jack "Perfect. Our ride will be here now so start gathering some gear and a toothbrush, we'll be gone for a little while. So, let's get our shit together" Adams announced as everyone walked over to the rucksacks and started to pack their gear "We gonna get on a plane then?" Lincoln asked Adams as they walked over to the tables "You bet kid. We're taking Skye"
Lincoln stopped in his tracks "Who's Skye?"
The hanger doors began to open, the familiar creaking of the metal echoed through the hanger, the sound of a plane nearby can now be heard. Lincoln turned around and saw outside the hanger doors was a Antonov An-26 grey plane. Lincoln looked back at Adams "Oh damn"
We'll end it there for that chapter. I enjoyed writing this one, been making sure its good. Had a couple moments where I was like "Nah I need to change that it doesn't fit well" but I hope you all enjoyed it.
Hope you also like the tattoo idea for Lincolns shoulder. I might get it myself lol, but tattoos aren't always cheap. Hope you all will enjoy the next chapter once that comes very soon. Bye bye.