Kapkan x Fem!Reader
This one was a request by @docsjuice. Sorry that it took so long for me to do, but I hope you like it. I basically wrote half of this story before I decided I wanted to swap their roles, so I had to do a lot of back tracking.
Steam is practically billowing from Kapkan’s ears as he angrily storms down one of the many hallways at Rainbow Six, Y/n swiftly on his tail. It takes nearly all of his strength to not whip around and clock her square in the face. It wouldn’t even matter that she is a girl. She frustrates him so much that it isn’t even funny. Somehow, she knows exactly how to get under his skin.
“Honestly, can you just fuck off already? I’ve had enough of your shit for one day, thank you very much,” he stops dead in his tracks and whirls around to stare her down when he hears that she has continued to follow him.
Y/n’s eyes are full of fury, and Kapkan swears he can see a vein pulsing angrily along her neck. It wouldn’t surprise him if he looked very similar in the moment.
“No, we are going to talk about this,” she nearly growls through gritted teeth, fists clenched so tight her knuckles turn white.
Kapkan knows what she wants to talk about, seeing as he was the one to make a comment about it as he passed her in the rec room, starting this whole fiasco. But he doesn’t have the energy to argue with her anymore. All he wants is to go back to his room, take a hot shower, and then maybe sleep for three years.
“There is nothing more to talk about,” he wants to scream, but he keeps his voice level as his eyes droop slightly. Rubbing at his eyes does nothing to hide how exhausted he feels. “You chose to ignore my instructions on a mission, and thus put innocent lives at risk.”
“Because there was a quicker and easier way to do it!” Y/n doesn’t have the decency to control the volume of her voice as she shouts angrily. Everyone across the whole base can likely hear their argument. “Why does it even matter?”
“Because sometimes the easiest method isn’t always the best method.”
“The mission was a success, and nobody died.” she bites back fiercely, tone sharp and cutting. “I don’t see why this is such a big deal for you.”
Kapkan is done. He doesn’t want to hear any of it anymore. Heaving a sigh, he moves to turn and continue down the way he had been going. Yet Y/n quickly wraps a hand firmly around his upper arm, trying to keep him in place. It is a growing struggle to stay calm.
“Hey, I wasn’t finished yet,” she spits out as he continues to look down the hall. It is at the point he can’t even look at her without it pushing him to his limits. “You aren’t leaving until you explain why you feel you have this superiority over me. I don’t need you critiquing every single thing I do.”
Finally, he has completely had enough. All restraint is gone as Kapkan effortlessly pulls from Y/n’s grasp. Spinning around, he taps her directly in the nose with his fist, not with enough force to cause any real damage, but enough to stun her into stumbling to the floor. Before she can respond or even grasp what has happened, Kapkan disappears down the hall.
“If we’re lucky, maybe you won’t make it past the next mission,” she calls down the hall after him, not sure if he can hear at this point, but she doesn’t care. “I wouldn’t miss you. Nobody would.” As soon as the words are out of her mouth, she regrets them, but there is no going back. The damage is done. Y/n doesn’t know that Kapkan has paused just on the other side of the a wall to listen to her words. She doesn’t know how her words cut him deep like a knife.
Even after all the fights they have ever had with each other, Kapkan still cares greatly for Y/n, perhaps because his feelings towards her are more than that of friends and co-workers. Despite all the fiery tenacity she displays, Kapkan couldn’t help but be enthralled with her. So, while he did not analyze her every movement, he felt the need to watch out for her on missions. Of course he thought it best to point out her decisions that not only put herself at risk, but others as well. He just wants her to stay safe, because he cares about her. At one point he thought they were at least friends, despite how much they quarrel, because through it all they still enjoy spending time together. But maybe she does not feel the same.
That night, as both operators lie in their beds, they can think of nothing else aside from that final interaction. It plagues their dreams. Y/n doesn’t know that Kapkan nearly cries as he stands under the stream of water in his shower, how he crumples to the ground as the water cascades down around him as he curls in on himself. Just as Kapkan doesn’t know how she drowns herself into the bottle of vodka he and Tachanka gave her on her birthday, trying to pretend those aren’t tears in her eyes. For Y/n can’t help but think about how it could possibly be the very last words she ever says to him. If he died on their next mission, she could never forgive herself. Yet, in the next coming days she can’t bring herself to go face him again. It seems they both make an effort to not cross paths until the day of their next mission together, two full weeks later.
While being briefed, they avoid meeting eyes, and don’t bother sharing words as they pass each other by. Not even once they are setting up to defend their objective do they say anything to each other. Each goes about their own business, setting up their own gadgets and equipment. Y/n soon regrets the silence.
Across the hallway, Y/n sees Kapkan trying to make his way back over to the objective room, where she patiently waits. But just as he takes another step, she watches his eyes go wide and his shoulders tense. In all the chaos, Y/n doesn’t clearly see what happens, but suddenly there is an explosion that fills the hall with smoke. When it clears, Kapkan is nowhere in sight.
“No, Maxim! Where are you Maxim?” she screams as she leaps from her spot, forgetting about whatever she may have been doing.
Frantically, she pulls at pieces of the wall that now lay scattered across the floor, trying to search for him beneath the rubble. Yet she comes up empty. Once again, she cries over a man that she has done nothing but fight with. It feels like it is her fault. If she hadn’t said those awful words to him, maybe this wouldn’t have happened. She is almost too distraught to hear the soft sound of somebody coughing and shifting around from the far side of the hallway. Whipping around at a near inhuman speed, Y/n sees none other than Kapkan sitting up in a pile of rubble, trying to dust himself off with his hands. Rushing to his side, almost startling the man, she is quick to assess him for injures. Luckily, he has nothing other than a few scrapes and bruises.
“You scared the crap out of me, Maxim,” Y/n sighs, helping him as he struggles to stand, his legs fiercely protesting the movement. “Don’t do that again, please.” Kapkan gives her a strange look, but still accepts her help when she offers to support some of his weight.
“Why are you so concerned about me?” he finally asks after a moment as she drags him into the objective room. At this point the fighting has seemed to stop, and Y/n suspects the rest of the team will soon be joining them again. “You made it pretty clear the other day you wouldn’t care if I died.”
The words make Y/n freeze up and wince all at the same time. She had hoped he would let that conversation drop so she wouldn’t have to acknowledge her shame. Helping Kapkan sit down on a sturdy looking crate, Y/n glances away with a sigh. It is now or never.
“I lied,” she begins softly, wanting to meet his gaze, but afraid to lose her courage. “I would miss you more than anything in this world.” A few tears trickle down her cheek, but she hastily wipes them away, finally turning back to him. To her surprise, Kapkan wears a soft, happy smile. “Even with how much we butt heads, I can’t help but be in love with you. I’m sorry.”
“Come here,” Kapkan opens his arms and motions her over, wrapping them snug around her as she settles against his chest. “There is nothing to be sorry for,” Y/n is surprised when she feels him press a kiss to the top of her head. “I love you as well, любимая. We can make this work, but we have to be more open with each other, willing to talk things out rather than yell at each other. Are you willing?”
More tears spring to her eyes, but this time because she is happy. “Yes, of course. I’m sorry if I hurt you,” she keeps herself pressed against the hard muscles of his chest, happy that she doesn’t feel such an immense weight pressing down on her shoulders anymore.
As the rest of the team filters back into the room, the two operators are still locked in a sweet embrace. Tachanka can’t help but smile as he sees them, happy to see that they finally have gotten up the courage to express their true feelings for each other. Maybe now Kapkan will stop whining about her and his feelings towards her all the time when they drink together.
