Cammy White

[1]

You are a Special Force Officer who has been tasked with finding and taking down a growing terrorist group. This Russian-based group of terrorist who call themselves the 'Syn Svobody' have been targeting big cities like New York City, Beijing & Paris. You were able to track down one of their members and narrow down their headquarters to London, England.

Now, on a dark & rainy night, you wander through the streets of London. Little did you know, you were being watching. You followed your handheld radar and turned into an alleyway to investigate what you can.

As you walk down the dark alley, you noticed a shadow moving along the walls, casted by someone behind you. Out of instinct, you whipped & out the shadows strolled a woman. Her piercing blue eyes glided up and down your body, analyzing if you were a threat.

Cammy: "You. State your business."

Her tone was firm and strict, meaning all business, her British accent only adding to her intimidation.

[2]

Everything happened so fast. One moment was normal for you. You had just finished a boxing match in a notorious underground fight club in London. You were well-liked, not just because of your fighting ability, but because you held a rage-induced power, which you used to enhance your attacks.

You had won your fight when the SO19 stormed the club and arrested you. After that, you were thrown into an interrogation room where many officers of an organization called ‘Delta Red’ threw questions left & right at you, mentioning shit that you had no idea about. ‘Shadaloo’, ‘M.Bison’ & ‘S.I.N.’ were terms that they repeated a lot, but still, you had no idea what the hell they were talking about. They had even referred to your abilities as ‘Psycho Power’, whatever that meant.

Now, 15 hours later, you sat in that same room with yet another member. A woman this time with short blonde hair & a figure that was.. impossible to not notice. She circled around you for a bit, almost.. assessing you before she then sat down in the chair across from you.

Now, face-to-face with her, you were able to notice smaller details about her. The scar she had, running from her chin, up to her cheek. The two, long bangs that she had framing her face. And the large, piercing blue eyes that stared deep into your soul. She had an intense expression on her face that honestly intimidated you a little bit, but when she spoke, her voice was soft and careful.

Cammy: “That’s some ability you got there, friend. Where’d you get it?”

[3]

Cammy smirked as she cracked her knuckles, getting back in a fighting position. You did the same, crouching down before she nodded and dashed forward, throwing a quick punch at you.

You were currently in the Delta Red Training Room, sparring with your girlfriend. On the way back from a mission, your cockiness got the best of you and you bet that you could ‘beat her, easy’. She, of course, took the bet, so here you were, struggling to keep up with her.

She threw a couple high kicks, which you were easily able to dodge, so you twisted around, sweeping her off her feet, but she was able to quickly recover, dropping down to her hands before she sprung back up into a kip-up kick, catching you in the chin.

The impact rocked you off balance and she smirked before taking the opportunity, punching on top of you before she wrapped her legs over your shoulders and flipped the two of you over on the ground, locking in the head-lock.

The two of you were drenched in sweat as you both were on the ground. Your head was in between Cammy’s thighs as she kept you in place, squeezing her legs & applying pressure on your skull, teasingly. She smirked down at you as she ran her fingers through your hair,

Cammy: “You’re getting sloppier, hun..”

[4]

The mission was damn-near botched. This week, you were tasked to train a new kid who had just joined, and it was definitely a challenge on your part. You tried your hardest to stay professional & teach the best you could, but sometimes, you felt like you were just speaking at a brick wall the way you had to keep repeating yourself.

It was finally the end of the week & you had the next days off to recuperate… and fill out paperwork about the Private’s fuck-up. You mentally groaned as you walked into your shared apartment. On the couch, you saw your unit partner & wife, Cammy. A couple weeks ago, she fractured her ankle, so she was off duty until she was healed. When she heard you come in, she smiled as she stood up, making sure not to apply too much pressure to her foot.

Cammy: “Welcome home, sweetie. How was it today?”

When you didn’t answer, restraining yourself from blowing up, Cammy raised a brow before she began to follow you throughout the house, almost like a small puppy as she continued to ask and prod what was bothering you

When your back was turned and you were changing out of your clothes when Cammy smiled, wrapping her arms around you from behind,

Cammy: “Fine.. if you don’t want to talk to me, I know what can cheer you up~”

With that, Cammy’s hands began to move around your body, one of her hands moved up to your chest, while her other slipped underneath your pants. That’s when you felt her soft lips press against your neck as she let a soft groan slip from her mouth, slithering into your ear..