Hidden Truths: Skyler World-Walking Mayham

This is an omegaverse story no shifting happens this is not a werewolf story so if that's what you are looking for sorry you won't find it here. This story contains some 18+ scenes with multiple partners. Contains Nudity graphic scenes mentions r**e (past trauma) Violence killing Heave profanity Reverse harem type of relationships knotting and slick and heats. CHAPTER 1 Skyler Okay, team, today's mission is going to take us deep behind Enemy lines. Gear up. We're not sure what we're heading into, but if we don't execute this mission quickly, the hostages will not survive. Let's grab your gear and move out. My team consists of 6 men plus myself. Starting with Jack Jones, aka Deadeye, the guy is insane he almost never misses. Next is Ryan Isaacson, aka Rev he is the guy who says a prayer before every mission. Then we have Ty Olsen, aka Bulldog, the guy has a chip on his shoulder ten times the size of mine damn that guy is angry. Next is Sean Walters, aka Chainsaw, probably the most intense guy I know. Then there is Jason Huntsman, aka Frosty he may have a chilly demeanor, but there is no one I trust more to keep a cool head under pressure and also our team medic. Last we have Anthony Rodriguez aka KitKat cause this guy always wants a break he got better when we started sleeping together about 3 years ago not dating just a casual f**k when we both need it. When the guys found out my high school nickname they decided to start calling me BW. All of us are the best of the best, and we busted our asses to be just that. We started off cutting our teeth on no return missions. Needless to say, it earned us a lot of respect. I'm extremely tense as I give my men the orders. No one thought that I would make it when I decided to join the Marines. I mean, look at me. I'm only 5 ft 5 with warm brown hair that comes to the middle of my back with dimensional highlights to make it pop. Granted I always keep my hair in a regulation bun cause i love my hair way to much to cut it. I'm a bit more muscular than most women do to . to work out all the time to keep in shape. Yet somehow I still have curves for days even with the muscles my ass just wants to hold on to everything I eat not that I'm complaining I always thought that a little bubble in the butt made you look good. I only wish I could love my t**s as much as I love my ass with a 34d, I find my back hurting a good portion of the time. A good portion of the time I come off with a chip on my shoulder. I mean, come on now, I'm a female in the Marines. Respect is not given it is earned, and unfortunately has a female respect has to be earned violently. About 2 years in I almost got court marshalled when I broke both a guys arms for beating his wife. Yeah I got in some trouble but I was surprised how much respect my team had for me after that. Lucky for me, I grew up in a very unusual household. I have a mom and two dads, and my dad's made sure that I was able to take care of myself. They taught all of us can you believe I'm one of 12 kids. I was born too close to one of my sisters we are only like 10 months apart so getting ignored at home outside of training was normal. Mom managed to try here and there but she was killed in a car accident just before I started high school which only made the dads colder. I swear the only time I was noticed by my parents was when I was in trouble which was always. My siblings like to pretend i didnt exsist said I would ruin their reputations with my constant fighting. s**t in high school, I earned myself a nickname Black Widow because apparently I fight just like Scarlett Johansson in the movies. Needless to say, I was very popular in high school for all the wrong reasons, of course. My chip on my shoulder must have started back then since you know my parents were cold and detached. Since both of my dad's are military we moved a lot and I changed schools frequently always base schools of course so my nickname tended to follow me. I was barely 18 when I enlisted unfortunately none of my parents wanted that for me no they had dreams of a doctors or lawyers for their daughters. Also my dad's are kinda sexist and have that oldtimer belief that women have no place being in the military. They completely wrote me off told me if I enlisted that i was dead to them. Gotta say that hurt more then i wanted to admit. Just reaffirming the daddy issues that I already knew were there. I am so happy I made the choice to enlist they helped funnel all that rage into my career. That was 5 years ago and I have aspirations for a career in law enforcement or in the private sector like freelancing the money is better and I get to have much more time off plus no more morning PT holy f**k yes. My superiors tried to get me to re-up but I am looking to do more then just be a cog in the never ending military wheel. So today is my last mission, and I'm leading my team on a rescue mission. If all goes to plans it should be a quick in and out no fuss mission as long as we can keep stealth on our side. Grabbing my M27 and a few extra clips, I then signal for my team to move to the raft that with take us to shore. As our team is heading towards the empty beach under heavy nightfall that is giving us some much needed cover, the beach is about four clicks from where the hostages are being held. Our team has done this many times before so we work like a well-oiled machine everyone knows what they're supposed to be doing yet that doesn't stop me from giving orders just to make sure everyone's on the same page. Each of my men is an expert in stealth. I was hoping todays mission would be like every other in and out quick, but I guess today is just not my lucky day. about 10 minutes in Rodriguez and I unfortunately ran into a situation where there were more guys than we anticipated, and unfortunately, that lead setting off the alarm. Wtf I hate when things don't go as planed for some reason it feels like breaking a promise when my initial plan falls through like i failed somehow. Yet like always I lock that train of thought down cant loose control on a mission. This meant switching to plan B, a snatch run, and hold off. All of my available guys grab hostages 2 a piece if you can. However, that left me and Garcia to take up defense at the rear of the group. We were just about to the tree line when Garcia took a bullet to the head, and it felt like the world dropped out from under me. My stomach lurched and it felt like I was stabbed in the chest. Guess I saw him as more then a f**k buddy. Just one more piece of darkness to add to my heart that the guys joked was non exsistant. They may have called me and ice b***h but they said I had balls of steel to make up for it. I've been lucky I'd never lost a man in combat before, so this really threw me. Enough that I did not see the incoming projectile that sent me flying up about 20 ft in the air sheer panic hit, as I came back down I noticed a shimmer that i passed through. I tried to brace myself for the fall unfortunately as I hit the ground I felt my head slam against what felt like a sharp rock. Darkness seeped in quickly and I was out like a light.