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Pairing: Poly 141 x Reaper! Forensics Pathologist! Female reader

masterlist — part two

Note: Only the reader's hair colour is defined. Everything else is up to you. Also the third image is what I image you wearing in this fic.

“Confused is all. As to why you of all people are at my doorstep. Don’t you pups know what death looks like? Or do you prefer to experience it yourself?” you raised an eyebrow at their interference. Your long black onyx nails tapping the back of your clipboard.

A reaper right in front of their face. Disguised as a Forensics Pathologist, a mortician, a keeper of the dead.

John Price, the stern-faced leader of Task Force 141, took a step back, eyeing the woman with a mix of wariness and curiosity. “We've seen plenty of it,” he replied, his British accent thick and commanding. “But we're not here for a lecture on mortality, Doc.”

“Pity. You look like you need one. Several. Of. Them. Perhaps then you will promptly understand how important my work is.”

Your hair looked like molten lava, the layers of charcoal, auburn, and copper framing your sharp face, which was devoid of any make-up except for the crimson lipstick that stood out against the starkness of your teeth.

“Do you think you scare me scotsman? I know more about life than you lived in a year.”

Your eyes bore into Soap, holding his gaze as if challenging him to dare.

“Shoot me foolish man, go on, do it, see what kind of 'damage' you won't be able to do.”

Because no one can kill death. And they will all come to her eventually.

Death is the end of everything.

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