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Request from @redviper321: Could you write a Rambo x Reader, where they both are old friends. {But write a bit on how they meet -> They both meet, a bit of enemies to friends; like they both hate each other at first but had to work together in a mission (a random mission) and they both set aside their differences and soon became friends after.} Now into the First Movie (First Blood) you know the scene where Rambo is mistreated when Hope Sheriff Will Teasle brings in Rambo into the station; also put in that a random cop had also found the Reader is like the same way as Rambo. You can continue the rest from here; this is just an idea that came to me because I now start to watch Rambo Movies. I might make more request for the other movies later on. Also sorry if this request is so long.

Don't even worry about it, I love requests! Sorry it took so long!

Warnings: Galt sexually harassing/being creepy toward reader, Teasle being insufferable as per usual (they both pissed me off but I was the one writing their lines oopsie)

Enemies in Arms

Your trouble with John Rambo started when you first crossed paths on a covert operation in hostile territory. You were both highly skilled, him as a soldier, and you as a medic, so naturally, your commanding officers selected you for the mission. You soon found that your assigned partner was unorthodox and often reckless in his methods, while you strictly adhered to protocol. Rambo found that part of you irritating, the fact that you couldn't stray from the rules even when it meant the mission would go better. Your differences quickly led to a mutual disdain for each other, and the mission was almost jeopardized by both of your constant bickering with each other.

The argument swiftly ended when the pair was ambushed by enemy forces. Despite your differences you were forced to fight side by side in a moment of desperation and survival. During the heat of battle, you saw each other's strengths and weaknesses complimented each other like puzzle pieces, making you and him an effective team. Your rigidity for rules often kept you both safe, while his risk taking behavior often led to victory.

By the time the mission ended successfully, your mutual respect for each other blossomed into friendship.

Keeping in touch proved difficult during the war, but after it ended and you both returned to the States, you would send letters sporadically. Rambo never seemed to have a permanent address, but you settled down in a little cabin in Liggett County, Washington, just beyond a small town called Hope.

You avoided going into town because based on your past experiences, the people there weren't too friendly with people like you. You tried to live off the land, but at a point, you couldn't get everything you needed from your garden or hunting.

You were at that point right now.

Your garden had vegetables this morning, but the wild bunnies must have gotten to them first, as you saw a freshly dug hole going under your garden fence line. So after a few moments of grumbling, you got ready to go into town to get food for dinner.

Once there, you went straight to the local grocery store. The sun was already starting to go down, so you had to hurry. You got what you needed, went to the checkout line, and bought your groceries without having to socialize.

You made it out just after the sun dipped behind the buildings, casting long shadows in a reddish glow. It was still light enough to make your way back, just barely.

You started down the sidewalk at a fast pace but didn't make it too far before someone pulled up beside you in a car. Casting a glance at them you saw it wasn't just any car. It was a police car.

'Great,' you thought, 'Just what I need right now.' You rolled your eyes before putting on your most charming smile and turning to the man in the patrol car. He had lighter hair with a matching mustache lining his upturned lips. You were about to ask him if anything was wrong, but as you opened your mouth, he spoke.

"Where are you headed to in such a hurry miss?" He had an accent you couldn't place, but it made your skin crawl.

"Home," you answered short but polite. The last thing you needed was a cop pissed at you.

"Well then, why don't I give you a ride, it is getting late," he said, looking you up and down, his eyes lingering too long for your comfort. You might have said yes to someone else, but this man was giving you a bad feeling.

"It's too late for a pretty little thing like you to be walking home without company."

Nope, he was just plain creepy.

"Thank you for the offer, but I enjoy the walk and can handle myself."

You started walking, but the officer turned his lights and sirens on and pulled forward, keeping up with you. This drew the attention of a few townspeople walking nearby. Your anxiety spiked when he got out in front of you. You knew you could handle yourself if it really came down to a fight, but you wanted to keep your innocent reputation in the town, which meant not picking fights with the police.

He towered over you, a frown deepening on his face. "I really suggest you take my offer," he threatened. You thought about cutting your losses and getting in the car, but you determined your dignity was worth more than whatever he was trying to do.

"And if I don't?" you questioned.

"Well, then I suppose instead of taking you home I'll take you to the station," he said matter-of-factly, a sick smile on his face.

You scoffed at the proposal. "You can't do that, I've done nothing wrong."

"It's my word against yours," he started, "As far as I'm concerned, those groceries in your hands were stolen."

You scoffed at his words. "You can't do this, it's wro-"

"I can do what I want," he hissed, "And now that I'm tired of waiting for you, turn around and put your hands behind your back."

"And if I don't?"

"Well then, I guess I get an excuse to do it forcefully," he said, winking.

You felt sick. You learned that fighting back wouldn't get you anywhere, and you did not want to give him the sick joy of forcing you into his handcuffs, so you reluctantly turned around, sighing as he cuffed you.

Next thing you knew, you were shoved in his backseat on the way to the police station. By the time you reached the station, the sun had dipped below the horizon. Inside, the atmosphere was even darker than the night outside. You were led past the front desk, barely exchanging a word with the officer there, who gave a small nod as they processed you into the system.

They eventually got you into a holding cell to spend the night before your trial in the morning. You sat on the 'bed', feeling overwhelmed, hungry, exhausted, and haunted by the officer's threats. You tried not to show your unease as he was still watching you from across the room, stealing glances as if testing your limits.

You would have called him out for it if you weren't so hungry. Your physical exhaustion took out any fight you had in you. It was now around 10pm, your dinner groceries long forgotten in some evidence bin. You tried to quiet your stomach's growls, but it wasn't working too well. You decided to turn your thoughts to something other than food to save yourself the anguish.

You were deep in thought when a young redhead officer came up to your cell, a plate of food in his hands. You looked up at him as he approached, searching his expression for any ill intent toward you.

"I heard your stomach growling from across the bullpen," he said with a small, awkward smile. He slid the plate through the food slot in the door. "I figured you hadn’t had dinner yet."

You tilted your head looking at him, trying to figure him out.

"I know it's not your groceries, but it's better than what we would normally give to... prisoners," he hesitated on the last word as if to find a more accurate description of you.

"You don't act like the other officers," you stated, moving towards him and the food you so desperately needed.

He shifted his feet, looking down. "If I'm being honest, I don't think Arthur should have brought you here. He is wrong for that," he said, looking back up at you.

Your gaze met his. For the first time tonight, you saw someone who wasn’t trying to intimidate or manipulate you. There was a sincerity in Mitch’s eyes, a sense that he understood the injustice of your situation.

The moment was cut short when Arthur called for Mitch from across the bullpen, eyeing the two of you suspiciously. You turned around in your cell with the food, beginning to eat as you sat back down.

The rest of the night felt slow. The sounds of the busy bullpen quieted down, officers switching shifts and the sound of footsteps few and far between. Sleep eventually caught up with you, your eyes refusing to stay open, clashing with the need to stay alert. The cot in the cell was uncomfortable but better than nothing.

You woke up slowly, light pouring in through a tiny, barred window high up on the wall of your cell. You sat up, your body aching from every movement.

The station was already buzzing with activity, with officers and deputies walking around and filling out paperwork. Your eyes landed on a clock on the other side of the room. From where you were, you could tell it was somewhere around 11: 40. Man, you slept in.

You scanned the room for Mitch, eventually finding him at the front desk, talking to a mom and a kid. You wanted to get his attention to ask how much longer you would be here, but you didn't want to draw unwanted attention from Galt.

Galt. Your eyes zipped over the bullpen to locate your biggest threat, which you found at a desk just past the front receptionist. He had headphones in, distracted by his work.

Good. As long as he wasn't bothering you.

The ambiance stayed the same as more time passed, but you became restless. You hated just sitting here, waiting for someone to say you could go home.

Every now and then, Mitch would glance your way, but his attention would always go back to the mother, who seemed to be distressed.

You elected to close your eyes again, sitting against the wall. The noise of the station became white noise, droning on and eventually zoning out as you felt your drowsiness take over yet again.

Just before sleep reclaimed you, a loud voice broke the threshold that kept the chatter as 'white noise'.

"Buzz us in, will ya?"

You opened your eyes to find the source of your annoyance, seeing a larger officer coming in past the front desk, pushing in a disheveled man.

You sucked in a breath as the pair got closer and you could see the man's face. It was John.

Before you could think, you were already standing, your hands gripping the bars of your cell, desperately trying to get closer to John.

Your movement caught Mitch's attention. He glanced between the two of you, putting the pieces together that you knew each other somehow.

You focused back on John. His hair was longer than you remembered, but you were certain it was him. Your eyes followed him as he was taken across the station and eventually handed off to Mitch, who took him down a staircase that sat behind a heavy, locked door.

Your heart raced as the door closed, cutting you off from seeing your old friend. You didn't know what to do next. John was here. Arrested.

You had to find out why. You had to talk to him.

Mitch eventually came back to the bullpen with dog tags. John's dog tags.

You got his attention while the tags were being processed by a lady sitting at a computer. Mitch walked up to you, asking if you needed anything.

"That man, why is he here?" you asked.

"You know him, don't you?" Mitch half whispered back, his eyes darting around for anyone listening in. You nodded.

"Apparently for vagrancy and resisting arrest, but this isn't the first time Teasle brought in a veteran for that same reason," he replied.

"So his arrest was unjust too?"

"I can't say for sure yet," he replied apologetically before being called back by the lady processing the tags. He started to turn, but you called to him again.

"Mitch."

He turned to face you again, prompting you to continue. "This is going to end badly."

He looked at you solemnly before heading to the processing lady.

You knew what John was capable of, now you just had to wait for the inevitable to happen and hope John notices you when it does.