Sam Greentext
>The guards had left you alone a good 5 minutes ago now, but the sound of gunfire was still getting closer.
>Not like you could do anything about it though.
>You couldn't even try to hide against the wall in your present state.
>your wrists were bound behind your back, and then hoisted up towards the ceiling with a rope and pulley, leaving you awkwardly hunched forwards.
>The exchanges of gunfire seemed to be happening less and less frequently though, and you thought you heard one of your captors voices cry out in the distance.
>It had barely echoed through the dusty hallway outside the solid iron door, and left an eerie silence in its wake.
>A few tense minutes tick by before the faint sound of stomping boots starts to float into your cell through the small barred window centred just above eye level.
>Your anxiety only grows as it gets closer, but the tension is broken when you hear a voice speaking in an accent you haven't heard in over half a year.
"Look. Holding cells."
>Is all he said, but its enough to light the brightest glimmer of hope you've felt in your entire life.
>The boots seem to be stepping much more softly now, but you can hear them plain as day in the hallway outside.
>Two figures rush past your door in quick succession, and your heart skips a beat as they fail to stop and look inside.
>You try to shout after them, but before you can muster the breath to make more than a pained wheeze, a third figure darkens your tiny window.
>Pausing to look in for only a moment, their head turns sharply and silhouettes their snout off to one side as they call out:
"Sam! Over here!"
>There's a sudden commotion just at what you assume is the end of the hall, by the way that the pounding of boots grows louder as it approaches.
>The silhouette in front of you stands aside, and another indistinct, but somehow more familiar form peers in at you from under their identical ballistic helmet.
>But it can't be, it's been so long...
"Anon! ANON! OHMYGODITSHIM! SOMEBODY GET ME THE DOOR RAM"
>Relief washes over you for what feels like the first time in your life.
>That voice, it is her.
>Sam, an experienced DEVGRU operator, and your wife of 6 years.
"RAAHH! FUCK IT! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY!"
>The desperation in her voice spills over, and the shadow at the edge of your door retreats just in time.
*CRASH*
>The iron door shudders on its hinges.
>Solid as it is, the frame it's hung on is very old.
>It's not giving up that easily though.
*CRASH*
"Jesus fuck Sam, you're gonna-"
*BANG*
>the first voice started to say, but was quickly cut off by the final resounding impact as the door crashed open on its hinges.
"ANON!"
>Sam shouted as she burst into your cell, quickly being followed up by 2 other marines sweeping their tac-lights around the small dingy room.
>She started to rush straight for you, but diverted herself upon taking in your restraints.
>Swiftly pulling the combat knife from the front of her plate carrier, she took one step to the side and cut the heavy rope where it was tied off to a pipe jutting out of the wall.
>Her other arm shoots out to catch you as you fall, and she drops the knife in her hand as she hastily side-steps back to take your whole weight in her embrace.
>You can feel how desperate she is to hold you as tight as she can, but she's mindful enough to know you've probably got enough internal injuries as it is.
>Sinking slowly to her knees, she lowers you to the floor.
>Rather than placing you down on it however, she kicks her legs out one at a time to sit on the hard concrete, and lays down on her back, gently pulling you forwards and on top of her.
"Oh Anon..."
>she says softly into your shoulder, and you notice that she's gently sobbing.
>You're still too in shock to feel much but the most profound sense of relief, and of course, adoration for the professional soldier who held you so gingerly.
>The one you had married.