Chapter 2

Harper took a deep breath, shaking off the tension from the confrontation with her squad. She headed into the factory, the air thick with the scent of smoke and old rusted factory machinery. Inside, Marcus was kneeling beside Will, who was sitting and leaning against a wall. Marcus was carefully unwrapping the makeshift shirt bandage from his wounded leg that Harper had applied in the field.

“Hold still, man,” he muttered.

Will winced as the fabric pulled away from the wound. The bleeding had slowed, but the gash was still raw and painful.

“How bad is it?” Will asked.

“Could be worse,” Marcus replied, carefully applying a fresh dressing. “I can patch you up enough for the next fight, but you’re gonna need some real medical care when we get back to base.”

Harper stepped closer, her heart aching at the sight of her second-in-command. Will’s face was pale, and there was blood on his clothes.

“You did good out there,” she said softly, resting her hand on his shoulder. “I’m proud of you.”

Will gave her a tired smile.

“Did you really take down all of them alone?” Will asked, a hint of admiration in his voice.

“I did what needed to be done,” Harper replied, crossing her arms. “But it wasn’t easy.”

“Yeah, I can see that,” he said, his voice strained. “You don’t need to prove anything to them, Harper.”

“I know,” she said, glancing at Marcus as he carefully cleaned the wound. “But I have to. They think they can question my authority because I’m not like them, but they don’t know what I’ve been through. Or what I can do.”

Will nodded, wincing again as Marcus wrapped a fresh bandage around his leg.

“They’ll see it eventually,” he said, gritting his teeth.

“For what it’s worth, Cap.” Marcus spoke up, his eyes fixed on his task. “I trust you. We’re the ones who’ll follow you, and those idiots will too, once they realize what you can do.”

“Thanks, Marcus.” Harper said, feeling a little less tense.

“Yeah, well, it’s the truth.” He shrugged.

Will laughed, trying to mask his pain.

“You’ll be ready for the next fight,” Marcus said, standing up and stretching his legs.

“Could you give me a minute alone with him, Marcus?” Harper said, her voice firm but gentle. “I need to talk to him.”

Marcus looked up, hesitating for a moment.

“You sure? He needs—”

“I’ll make sure he’s okay,” she interrupted, her tone leaving no room for argument.

With a reluctant nod, Marcus stood up and stepped back, casting a wary glance at Will before exiting the room. Harper knelt down beside him and looked around the room for any ability to see inside or hear, but there were no obvious signs.

“How are you doing?” She asked, placing her hand on his cheek.

“I’ll live,” he said, managing a small smile. “Marcus knows what he’s doing. He’s not much of a medic, but he knows enough.”

Harper nodded, her eyes drifting down to his injured leg, observing that his pants had been removed and he was sitting in his boxers. She couldn’t help but notice his bulge in the thin material, his boxers struggling to contain it. She knew he had a nice cock, she had ridden him many times. She felt a familiar heat rising in her core as she gazed at him.

“Looks like you’re recovering.” She said playfully. “But I know how to take your mind off the pain.”

“Harper,” Will started.

She placed her finger against his lips.

“Shh.” She whispered, a smile tugging at her lips.

Before he could object, she reached down and pulled his cock out of the hole in his boxers, the fabric tight around his shaft. She stroked his length, her eyes fixed on his face, watching his reactions. She knew his body well, knew how to make him feel good.

“Harper,” he groaned, his eyes fluttering shut as she ran her fingers along his cock. “You don’t have to ... Someone could...”

“I want to,” she whispered, leaning closer, her lips brushing against his ear. “You deserve this, after everything you’ve been through.”

She shifted her position, sliding down between his legs, her face inches from his cock. Her hot breath ghosted over his skin, and he felt a shiver run down his spine. He watched as she gripped the base of his cock and guided him toward her lips. She opened her mouth, her tongue darting out to tease the head of his cock, and he couldn’t help but groan as she swirled her tongue around the sensitive tip.

She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, and he couldn’t help but admire the way her cheeks flushed as she took him deeper. She slid her lips down his shaft, taking him all the way to the base, and he let out a gasp as he felt the tip of his cock brush the back of her throat. She hummed, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through him, and he bucked his hips, desperate for more.

He could feel his cock throbbing in her mouth, and he knew he wasn’t going to last long. But she didn’t seem to care. She just kept sucking, her lips sliding up and down his shaft, her tongue caressing him with every movement.

He could feel the pressure building, the familiar tightness in his balls, and he knew he was close. He reached down and threaded his fingers through her hair with the intention of guiding her movements. Harper quickly swatted his hand away, not letting him have control.

She was relentless, her eyes never leaving his, her hands were gripping his thighs, and he couldn’t help but let out a moan as the pleasure she was forcing upon him built up.

“Fuck,” he groaned quietly. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

She hummed, her eyes sparkling, and she increased the pressure, her lips tightening around him. She bobbed her head up and down, taking him deeper and deeper, and he couldn’t hold back any longer.

His orgasm hit him like a tidal wave, his cock pulsing as his load spilled into her mouth. She didn’t miss a beat, swallowing every drop, her eyes locked on his, her hands stroking him firmly.

He leaned his head back against the wall, his breathing heavy, his heart pounding in his chest as his seed slid down her throat. His entire body tingled with pleasure, and he felt his cock twitch as the last of his load was released into her mouth.

She pulled back, licking her lips and wiping the corner of her mouth, and he couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” He breathed, a lazy grin on his face.

“Feel better?” She said, grinning back at him.

“Much,” he admitted.

“Good,” she said, her eyes drifting back down to his cock. “Now, we need to get ready for what’s next.”

She tucked his cock back into his boxers and gave him a wink before standing up and smoothing out her uniform. She glanced down at him and smirked.

“I’m not done with you yet, Sergeant.” She said. “You owe me a proper orgasm once we get back to base.”

“Looking forward to it, Captain.” He chuckled.

The ground trembled beneath their feet as another explosion echoed through the streets, reminding them that the battle wasn’t over.

“We need to get moving,” she said, her voice suddenly serious. “We can’t stay here. It’s only a matter of time before Skynet’s forces regroup and come looking for us.”

“Yeah,” Will replied, struggling to his feet. “Just give me a few minutes. I’ll be ready.”

Harper nodded and walked to the door, pausing before stepping outside.

“And Will,” she said, her voice low. “Thanks.”

“For what?”

“For trusting me.” She said, giving him a soft smile.

“Always,” he replied.

Harper turned and stepped out into the smoky air, leaving Will alone in the dimly lit room.

Her other four squad mates were positioned all around the area outside, but Sam was standing at the door, waiting for her.

“We received a communication for you to call in.” He said, holding the large High frequency communication machine.

It was an old bulky machine that every unit carried to communicate with the base. Although awkward to always carry, it was the one way to communicate that Skynet hadn’t caught on to. Sam held the device and set it to speakerphone, allowing her to speak.

“This is Captain Harper.” She said.

“Captain Harper,” a female voice spoke. “Please wait to be transferred”

The line went silent and a loud static filled the air, almost like a dial tone. After a few moments, the static disappeared and a male voice came through the speakers.

“Harper, report.” Leader John Conner spoke.

“Mission accomplished, sir.” She said. “My sergeant and I were able to disable the Skynet communications relay while my squad patrolled the area.” She said, looking at Sam, knowing they did nothing at all.

“Any injuries?” He asked.

“Just some scratches, sir.” She said.

“And the Skynet forces in the area?” He asked.

“Nothing we couldn’t handle, sir.” She glanced at the pile of dead robots.

“Good work, captain,” Connor’s voice praised her. “Report back to base as soon as possible.”

“Sir!” Harper spoke quickly.

“Yes, captain?” He asked.

“I was under the impression that we would be continuing our mission, sir.” She said, trying to keep her voice professional.

“I understand, captain,” Connor’s voice was calm. “But the situation has changed and you have an injured member. We need your squad back here.”

“Yes, sir,” she replied. “Understood.”

“Good luck, captain.”

The line went dead, and Harper handed the device back to Sam. She had no choice but to obey Connor’s orders, but she couldn’t deny the feeling of disappointment and anger that washed over her. This wasn’t what was originally planned. They were supposed to press the attack, not retreat.

“Pack it up.” She commanded to her squad, her voice sharp. “We’re heading back to base.”