{"sf1_id":1877937,"sf2_id":"4nAEgZln","title":"Sam Greentext","author":"Asphalt","words":722,"posted_at":"2022-07-23T04:52:00.000Z","tags":["Military","No-Yiff","Prison","Restrain","rescue"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1877937-sam-greentext","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/4nAEgZln","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/95/7c/957ce76f-7447-4e88-aef6-d1f66b517d57","description":"","content":"\\\u003eThe guards had left you alone a good 5 minutes ago now, but the sound of gunfire was still getting closer.  \n\\\u003eNot like you could do anything about it though.  \n\\\u003eYou couldn't even try to hide against the wall in your present state.  \n\\\u003eyour wrists were bound behind your back, and then hoisted up towards the ceiling with a rope and pulley, leaving you awkwardly hunched forwards.  \n\\\u003eThe 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.  \n\\\u003eIt had barely echoed through the dusty hallway outside the solid iron door, and left an eerie silence in its wake.  \n\\\u003eA 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.  \n\\\u003eYour 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.  \n\"Look. Holding cells.\"  \n\\\u003eIs all he said, but its enough to light the brightest glimmer of hope you've felt in your entire life.  \n\\\u003eThe boots seem to be stepping much more softly now, but you can hear them plain as day in the hallway outside.  \n\\\u003eTwo figures rush past your door in quick succession, and your heart skips a beat as they fail to stop and look inside.  \n\\\u003eYou 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.  \n\\\u003ePausing to look in for only a moment, their head turns sharply and silhouettes their snout off to one side as they call out:  \n\"Sam! Over here!\"  \n\\\u003eThere'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.  \n\\\u003eThe 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.  \n\\\u003eBut it can't be, it's been so long...  \n\"Anon! ANON! OHMYGODITSHIM! SOMEBODY GET ME THE DOOR RAM\"  \n\\\u003eRelief washes over you for what feels like the first time in your life.  \n\\\u003eThat voice, it is her.  \n\\\u003eSam, an experienced DEVGRU operator, and your wife of 6 years.  \n\"RAAHH! FUCK IT! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY!\"  \n\\\u003eThe desperation in her voice spills over, and the shadow at the edge of your door retreats just in time.  \n\\*CRASH\\*  \n\\\u003eThe iron door shudders on its hinges.  \n\\\u003eSolid as it is, the frame it's hung on is very old.  \n\\\u003eIt's not giving up that easily though.  \n\\*CRASH\\*  \n\"Jesus fuck Sam, you're gonna-\"  \n\\*BANG\\*  \n\\\u003ethe first voice started to say, but was quickly cut off by the final resounding impact as the door crashed open on its hinges.  \n\"ANON!\"  \n\\\u003eSam shouted as she burst into your cell, quickly being followed up by 2 other marines sweeping their tac-lights around the small dingy room.  \n\\\u003eShe started to rush straight for you, but diverted herself upon taking in your restraints.  \n\\\u003eSwiftly 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.  \n\\\u003eHer 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.  \n\\\u003eYou 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.  \n\\\u003eSinking slowly to her knees, she lowers you to the floor.  \n\\\u003eRather 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.  \n\"Oh Anon...\"  \n\\\u003eshe says softly into your shoulder, and you notice that she's gently sobbing.  \n\\\u003eYou'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.   \n\\\u003eThe one you had married.  \n  \n\n"}