A Gun Amongst Daggers - Jake “Hangman” Seresin X Fem!Navy Seal Reader
Part 10: On Nights Like This
Summary: When Jake meets a woman at the Hard Deck, the last thing he expects is for her to be a Navy Seal. And not just any Seal, the Commander of Seal Team 3. She’s beautiful, smart, dangerous, and everything about her just makes him want to get close. Her name? Bear. When the Seals need backup, Cyclone puts the Daggers on their radar and now, Jake has to work with Bear and her team, all the while trying to stay professional. Can he do it? Or will he end up falling for the Navy sniper and mission Commander?
*Image belongs to @unicornships but I found it on Pinterest*
A/N: Chapter title came from the song Nights Like This by St. Lundi
MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE! 18+ ONLY. MINORS & BLOGS WITH NO AGE/EMPTY BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.
Warnings: swearing, mentions of death, bombs, murder, explosions (all very briefly mentioned), so much pining that there should be a forest in the middle of a Saudi Arabian Air Base
Word Count: 4.2k (sorry, it's long and mostly filler)
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When the pilots entered the conference room on the day of the mission, they found half the room was filled with Seals writing furiously on papers in front of them.
“Did we walk in on a test or something?” Fanboy asked, glancing at Fireball who sat next to the door.
“No,” Bear answered from the front of the room. “We realized that some of the wills weren’t up to date and neither was contact information. So they have this time now to fix it and make sure everything is correct.”
“Wills? Like what happens if someone…”
Bear nodded. “Exactly.”
The pilots exchanged looks. It was bad luck to talk about death before a mission, but it appeared that the Seals had no qualms with it. “We can come back in a few minutes, if that would be preferable,” Maverick offered.
“There’s no need. They have another 25 or so to finish up before we get started. Take a seat, talk quietly amongst yourselves, or go grab anything you forgot,” she replied, head dipping back down to finish her own documents.
The Daggers stepped over bags and made their way over to the empty seats at the front, Jake sitting the closest to where Bear was perched on the edge of the table, scribbling away. When her watch beeped, the room filled with the shuffling of papers being put away and within minutes, the room was quiet again. “So, I can tell that you have questions about how this will play out,” Bear began, looking at the pilots to her left.
A few nods followed her statement. Maverick spoke up “Bear has informed me that we will need all of you. Two teams, am I right in saying that?”
“You are. Team one, Alpha team, goes for Khrushov’s compound, bombs it and returns to base to take a second run at it. I want it burned to the ground,” Bear replied. “Team two, Bravo team, you are on standby until we have completed our mission. You will take out al-Hameed’s compound when I give the order.”
“We’re following her? Not Mav?” Payback voiced, leaning over to look at her.
“No, I told you back at North Island that we follow Bear’s command,” Maverick replied. “That includes for the extent of the mission, however long that takes.”
“And in the event that I am captured or killed, you follow Bug’s command,” the Commander explained. “But until then, you are listening to me.” Her tone left no room for argument, making it very clear that she meant business. “Am I clear?”
Nods and sounds of agreement came from all over the room except from a few men near the back. They weren’t fans of how Bear ran her team, thinking her incapable and not worthy of their respect. It had escalated when the Daggers had joined them. The pilots made waves in their desired status quo, which made them angry. Especially since Bear seemed so distracted with a certain blond pilot.
There was one man among the angry that stood out among the group; his attitude on her team left much to be desired and he was pissed when Bear had been promoted over him to Commander. He had plans for her, he had plans for the pilots too. But he and the others were in the minority, Bear not sparing them a second glance as she continued with her briefing. “Great. So, Flare and Fireball have sent their recon teams out to watch Khrushov’s compound. Flare, what have they found?”
The young woman stood. “Delta teams 6, 7, and 8 are placed on the North and East sides, and Echo teams 4, 5, and 9 on the South and Western sides. Delta 6 has reported seeing Khrushov enter his compound with Osmund early this morning. They have since left and Echo teams 5 and 9 have informed us of their arrival back at al-Hameed’s personal compound, as of two hours ago,” she informed the room.
“So what does that mean for us?” Fanboy asked.
“It means that the first set of planes doesn’t have to worry about missing any high-level targets. Unfortunately for our targets, they all have us Seals to contend with,” Bear replied, looking over at her people. She gave the table three knocks, watching a grin flicker across Shrike’s face. Her interrogation specialist was a different breed, always ready and unnervingly amped up in the field, and Bear had just signaled to her people that all three targets were to be brought back in bags for proof of elimination. So it was safe to say that Shrike was keen.
“And the second team?” Maverick asked.
“The second team will crush the compound when we have swept and cleaned it. All evidence is to be removed first then you guys get to blow something up. Marshmallow is with us on doors and traps,” Bug chimed in.
Bear gave her second a quick nod before continuing “Maverick has the piloting assignments. If you find yourself on team one, you are suiting up and doing your checks asap. Team two is waiting for mine or Bug’s all clear and codes before you take off.”
Raptor raised his hand, speaking as Bear turned to him. “Codes?”
“Good catch. Team one, you are taking off when we are in position. Your drop command is ‘Banshee’,” Bear told the room. “Team two, listen for ‘Vendetta’. Both words will be repeated twice. No more, no less. Am I clear?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Wonderful. Let’s get into tactics. Maverick, the floor is yours.”
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The briefing lasted most of the afternoon. Bear and Maverick each taking turns to fill in details of the mission, the pilots finally being briefed on the severity and importance of the mission to be completed. “So Daggers,” Bear began. “Colonel Richmond has approved you all time to contact your families, loved ones, or whoever you need to before you get ready. You have exactly 30 minutes each.”
The pilots glanced wordlessly at each other. “What about your people? Have they made their calls?” Halo spoke, breaking the tense silence.
Bear nodded. “We had our time last night. We wanted to give you all your time without us all up in your business anymore than we already have been,” she replied with a soft look. “When we break, you guys should go do that. Tell your people you love them. You guys have an easy job, but the universe can be a bitch.”
Grateful smiles were sent her way from the pilots to her left, especially Bob, Rooster, and Phoenix. They had their partners at home who knew the risks; all three flew or had flown for the Navy at one point or another and they all knew just how quickly things could change.
Hopefully today wouldn’t be one of those days where they found that out.
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Around 1700, the doors opened and the Navy members filed out in grim silence, the pilots realizing just how much could go wrong. Not that they hadn’t already, but it was sobering walking in and seeing full platoons editing their wills, seemingly without concern in their eyes.
“So Alpha team is who again?” Fanboy asked, breaking the silence.
Phoenix glanced around. “Bob and I, Coyote, Halo and Omaha, and Bagman, I think.”
Those she named nodded in silent agreement. They had grown close to the Seals and the briefing had made the danger their new friends faced all the more clearer. “Great,” Coyote said with a nod. “I’m going to call my parents. I want them to know that I’m going to be okay out here.” A few others trailed after him, having the same idea.
Behind the group of pilots, the Seals filed out of the room, chatting quietly. Bug and Flare had their heads together, whispering about something. “Priya,” Bear said quietly, getting Bug’s attention. “You know where my letters and will are, correct?”
Bug looked concerned. “Bear…”
“Priya please. Do you know where they are?”
The woman nodded. “I do. In the third pocket of your bag. Tucked in blue envelopes. You also keep your list detailing what has to happen if you don’t make it,” Bug replied in a hushed tone. “What about… him?” She asked, referring to the blond pilot who stood ahead of them, talking quietly with Fanboy.
Flare, who was standing a little ways off, felt a lump in her throat at her Commander’s words. Bear had mentored her since she’d joined Seal Team Three, and she felt a connection to the woman. Most of the team did. “You’ll be fine, Bear,” she said as she walked up to her CO.
“Mei… you can’t possibly know that,” Bear replied, watching Flare’s eyes shine with unshed tears at what she’d overheard. She ignored Bug’s question about Jake, too afraid her voice would crack if she tried to speak of the letter she’d written him. The letter where she had confessed everything; her feelings, how she loved him back, how she didn’t hate him calling her ‘Teddy’, and how she treasured every moment spent together in the short time that they had known each other. She had written that letter a long time ago, before the Lincoln had even left port, and had only recently tacked on a note about her fears for her team. She knew something was off and if… if she didn’t make it back, Jake had to know.
“You have to be. You’re Bear. This is your team,” Flare insisted, face now pleading for Bear to tell her that everything would be okay. She knew the danger of the job. Hell, she was great at handling the pressure and the danger, she wouldn’t be a Lieutenant otherwise. But this mission had her scared, it had most of them scared. “You will be okay.”
Bear ran a shaky hand over her face. “Yeah, Flare. You’re right. I’ll be okay,” she lied, trying to give some hope to her young Lieutenant.
Bug gave her a nod. “We’ll get through this. We have done all we can, Mei,” she said, trying to reassure her friend.
Flare nodded, swiping her hand over her eyes. “We’ll all come home safe. Promise us that, Bear.”
Plastering a grin on her face, Bear nodded. “I can do that. You’ll all come home safe. When have I ever let you down?” she lied. Inside, her heart was breaking. She knew that something was going to happen. Something hadn’t sat right with her since she’d arrived in Riyadh, and it drove her crazy not being able to figure it out. All she knew was that something was going to go wrong and she’d do all she could to make sure the only body bags coming home were those of their targets. “It’s going to be okay, Flare.”
Bug nodded, sending her own strained grin to reassure Flare. “We’ve got you.”
When Flare hurried ahead to catch up with FAK and Shrike, both women’s feigned smiles faded into a look of grim apprehension. “Come on, Priya. Let’s get suited up. We have a long few hours ahead of us.”
Bug hurried off, leaving Bear alone for a moment on the cement outside a large building. She glanced at the sky, relishing in the brilliant blue before drawing a shuddering breath. “Come on Bear,” she whispered. “Be strong. You know the building like the back of your hand. You trust your team. You know you can do it. So shake it off.”
Unbeknownst to her, Jake had heard every word she had spoken to her teammates. He heard the fear in her voice, the same fear she’d spoken of only the night before. And it hurt him to hear it. Rounding the corner from where he and Fireball had been chatting, Jake stood next to Bear, just offering his presence to help ground her. “I believe in you, Teddy,” he mumbled, nudging her gently.
A forced smile crossed her face as she looked up at Jake. “Thanks.”
“I mean it. You have done all you can, and I know that you and your team have this under control,” he replied, pushing certainty into his tone. “You are incredible at your job, and I am lucky that I get the chance to follow your lead for this mission. We all are.”
Bear let out a soft huff of a laugh, shaking her head at him. “People like you make it easy,” she countered. “Now go make your call, I’m sure that there are people back home who are waiting for you.” The words tasted bitter in her mouth, and she was angry with herself for being jealous.
“My name was drawn yesterday. I called my family last night before I came and sat with you,” Jake told her. “Turns out I get to be an uncle for the fifth time.”
Her eyes crinkled as she gave him a soft smile. “Congratulations Flyboy.”
“Thanks.” He glanced at his watch, before sighing. “I guess if we leave at 2230, I should start my checks huh.”
She nodded. “That’s probably a good idea. I should really get suited up.”
Neither of them moved for a moment, both still caught in the pull of the other. Since they’d gotten to know each other, it became harder and harder for them to distance themselves. Jake pulled her into his orbit and she spun around him like a moon trying desperately to get closer.
“Good luck, Flyboy,” Bear told him, rising up on her toes to press a gentle kiss to his cheek, before hurrying off across the tarmac to the barracks. Leaving Jake standing there, a hesitant hand came up to touch his cheek, as if to feel the warmth and softness of her lips once more.
“Good luck, Teddy,” Jake mumbled, watching her retreat to the barracks.
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The barracks were a cacophony of noise. Vests were fastened, gloves tucked into pockets, rifles being checked, double checked, then checked again. The room was palpable with a nervous energy, something that normally gave Bear her own sense of strength. But tonight was different. The normally jovial teasing was absent from the room, instead tense conversations were being held between small groups.
“Bear!” Fireball shouted from the far side of the room. “Your shit’s back here!”
“Good to know Marcus, thank you!” She yelled back, walking through what felt like a minefield of gear, weapons, and ammunition on the floor. Bear stopped, crouching down next to the newest member of her team, a petite woman given the name ‘Stripe’ for the tattoo on her back. “You good?”
Stripe nodded, a tendril of her dark hair falling into her eyes, making her groan. “I will be once I get my hair to fucking behave.”
Bear chuckled. “Try pulling the sides back first and tying them back. Then do the bun. It’s what works for me, but Daisy might have a few other tricks if it doesn’t work,” she told her, clapping her on the shoulder.
The Commander made her way over to her bag, drawing in a deep breath before blowing it out harshly and sat down. Systematically, Bear pulled her gear on. Strapping weapons, ammo, and other gear to her body. The only thing she left off was her helmet.
See, Bear had a trick to keeping herself focused on the mission at hand and ignoring what she saw as she moved through burnt compounds and minefields. Her helmet was the key to this trick; it gave her the ability to mentally flip a switch, to compartmentalize everything she saw and experienced, and it would stay that way until the last piece of her gear came off. When it did, she could process everything, but until then, she was strictly a Navy Seal. One who didn’t flinch. And her team knew that too; keeping their distance as she got ready.
“Platoons. Are we ready?” Bear spoke after a few minutes of silence. She was outfitted in her tactical gear, the sight intimidating when paired with the stony expression on her face. “Our breach is at 0100 exactly. Do your final checks, do whatever you need to do to get in the mindset. I will be outside at 2230, you know what happens if you’re late. Am I clear?”
“Crystal,” Raptor replied, the people around him nodding. “We’ll be here, Bear.”
“Great. You are dismissed until then.”
Slowly, her team filtered out of the room, each of them grabbing their packs and hauling it back to their accommodations. They had everything they needed on them. Bear caught Daisy helping FAK fasten their medic patches to the back of their gear, chuckling to herself as she watched FAK turn in circles trying to do it themselves. “You okay, FAK?”
“Just peachy, Ma’am,” they replied, shooting her a wide grin. “It'll be good to go in a few if Daisy’ll stop laughing and help me.”
The woman in question just doubled over, laughing harder. “I-I-I’m sorry!” She wheezed. “You just looked like a-a dog chasing its tail!”
FAK sent Bear a look that screamed “You see what I have to deal with” that made the older woman snort and turn away. “Daisy, just make sure that FAK has their patches on correctly before we leave.”
“Sounds good boss lady,” Daisy chirped, grinning at her CO. “C’mon Eddie.”
Bear shook her head, slipping out the door and stood outside, drawing the fresh air into her lungs as she wandered close to the airstrip. She could see Maverick watching his pilots conduct their checks and found a few of her Seals nearby watching them.
Jake saw her approaching and had to do a double take. The uniform was by no means flattering, but Bear made it look phenomenal. The pants gave a glimpse at her muscular thighs, helmet tucked under her arm as she walked closer. “Bear!” He yelled, waving her over.
“Flyboy,” came her response. Amusement glimmered in her eyes behind the sunglasses she wore. Taking in the man before her, Bear could have swooned. The setting sun set his blond hair ablaze with golden light, making him look ethereal. Not that she’d ever tell him that. But by the smirk on his face, she gathered that he already knew.
“Come to see how we get set up?”
Bear pretended to think. “Nah. Just got bored waiting,” she teased, poking him in the chest, passing by to walk under the Super Hornet that sat close by. “I don’t know why I’m surprised, but I thought it would be smaller,” she mused aloud. She ran a hand along the wing as she hummed in thought.
“I don’t usually have women saying that to me,” Jake teased, grinning as she shook her head at him. It was odd seeing her next to his plane, but it ignited something in him that caught him off guard. Feelings, hot and burning, suckerpunched him square in the chest with their intensity and all Jake could do was stand and watch Bear as she took in the aircraft. “But I guess there’s always a first time for everything.”
Bear cocked her head to the side, watching Jake stand aimlessly in front of her. “Don’t you have checks to be running?” she asked.
“I do, but everything left is in the plane and I’m enjoying having a beautiful woman inspecting my plane,” he replied as he approached. Mostly hidden under the plane itself, Jake dropped his voice to a whisper. “Are we going to talk about earlier?”
She bit her lip, shaking her head. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
“Do you regret it?”
Did she? Bear had to think. The obvious answer was no. Jake had forced his way into her thoughts, shoving aside every hesitation and barrier she had put up to protect herself and left an imprint of his laugh and smile on every part of her body and soul. Nothing was unaffected. Yet, a tiny part of her did regret it. Her job was her life, it gave her a family away from her own. She hated that she could have jeopardized it over a man of all things.
Her silence must have been enough of an answer for him, because Jake just nodded. “Got it. I’ll back off.”
“Jake,” she said. And he stopped in his tracks. “I don’t regret it.”
“What about your job?” He was eyeing her cautiously, seemingly afraid of her answer.
“I regret the timing, but not the action. We can have a conversation after the mission, I promise.”
He nodded, eyes scanning her face for any sign of discomfort. “Okay. I can do that.”
Bear smiled softly. “Okay. We’ll talk later. Now, why don’t you tell me how this brilliant bird flies.”
The soft grin on his face widened. “Now Teddy, that I can do. C’mon,” he said excitedly, tugging her hand and making her follow him out from under the plane. He redid his checks, eagerly showing the Seal how everything fit together, what he was checking for and more. More than once he’d trail off, abandoning his sentence because he spent too long watching her face light up when she correctly guessed what a certain piece of the aircraft did.
Unbeknownst to them, Phoenix, Bob, Rooster, and several of the Seals were watching this exchange in stunned silence. “Bagman hates redoing checks,” Phoenix mumbled as she stared at her colleague.
“But the second a pretty girl asks, here he is, redoing them,” Rooster finished, a chuckle leaving his lips.
Fireball and Bug exchanged glances. The pair of them having been taken completely off guard by the excitement rolling off their CO this close to a mission. To the best of their knowledge, Bear was serious and stony from the moment her gear went on to the moment the last piece was removed. So this version of her was odd.
“Not just any pretty girl,” Bob said, glancing over at Phoenix, who shook her head in disbelief. “A Navy fucking Seal Commander.”
“Bagman sure can pick ‘em,” his pilot remarked. “Goddamn. I knew he had the hots for her.”
Rooster snorted. “You and the rest of the team, Nix. Now, will he actually do something about it?“
“Twenty bucks says he asks her out at the end of the mission,” Phoenix replied quickly.
“Make it thirty, and he asks her over coms,” Fanboy chimed in.
“Bear would hate that,” Fireball told them. “And besides, she’s still technically his boss here. It’s against the rules.”
“Buzzkill,” Rooster teased. “Fifty bucks says she kisses him first.”
He was met with a series of unconvinced looks. “Dude,” Bug said, “There’s no fucking way. Bear won’t risk her job, but it’s cute that you think she’ll make the first move.”
A loud bark of laughter startled them and they looked over to see Jake doubled over laughing at something Bear must have said. “But we do agree, right? They’re perfect for each other?” Phoenix asked.
“Hell yeah.”
“Mhmm.”
Other sounds of agreement were mixed in and they continued to watch the pair in front of them before Maverick cleared his throat, an eyebrow raised. “Please tell me you are done with your checks,” he told them, his own gaze flicking over to watch Bear shove Hangman playfully. “I really don’t need Bear to be pissed at me because my team isn’t ready.”
The pilots scattered, leaving Fireball and Bug standing alone. “We should go check on our people, right? It feels weird to watch this,” Bug mumbled to her friend.
“We really should. It’s like watching my mom flirt,” Fireball replied, pulling a face.
Bug laughed. “Don’t tell her that. And isn’t she only two years older than you?”
“Shhh.” The two lieutenants walked off, disappearing around the barracks.
Grinning at Jake, Bear ducked under his arm to stand in front of him. “I told you that they were betting on us!” she exclaimed. “Your people are worse than mine!”
“That’s a matter of opinion, Teddy. Not fact.” Jake was trying to keep his face from breaking into a wide smile at her antics.
“And the facts are that your pilot buddies started betting almost immediately. Not mine,” she countered, finding herself standing closer to Jake.
“Agree to disagree then.”
She shot him a wink before stepping back. “We‘ll see, Flyboy. We’ll see.”
“Just like we’ll see if you can be made to say ‘please’?” He shot back, the smirk crossing his face in full force.
Bear paused, her grin growing wider. “Be careful, Lieutenant,” she purred. “You’ll get us both fired if you keep talking like that.”
“Yes ma’am,” Jake replied, swallowing harshly. He hadn’t known that his rank purred like that turned him on. Maybe it was just the woman in front of him, but he was pretty damn sure that this was a new development.
“Good to hear,” Bear teased. She knew full well what she had done; the way his eyes widened the smallest bit and the abrupt swallow clued her into the fact that she was just as capable of flustering him as he could her. “You should probably finish your checks. I’ve distracted you long enough.”
“Probably a good idea. And you are the best kind of distraction, Teddy. I’ll see ya when my boots hit the ground,” Jake replied, climbing up into his plane to finish his checks and watched shamelessly as she walked off toward the Jeep that would be following the helicopters. “Get it together,” Jake mumbled, giving his head a shake and going back to work.
Maybe if Bear hadn’t been around and he had been paying attention, he would have realized a bolt was missing, but he wasn’t, so he didn’t.
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A/N: I’m sorry. I really am.
Thank you @startrekfangirl2233 @sarahsmi13s and @dakotakazansky for pre reading this mess of a filler chapter, and for screaming at me.
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