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Masterlist
The glorious masterlist of my hobbies within gaming (All art, fanfic, and anything else is going to be posted here)
COD
You Can Stop Running Now
Alleyway
Shifter 141
The Exception
Flying and Falling
Healing and Heli's (Coming Soon!)
Teen! x 141 Brain Worms
Feral War Crime Teen
The 141 In Our World vs. Theirs
Gameplay
Why...
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Minecraft
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A Question
I have been debating posting my Fic's on AO3 as well as Tumblr, but I just don't know if people would want to read it on AO3 - I myself don't use it all that much, but love the message behind the website...
would anyone actually be interested in me posting on AO3?
Should I?
DO IT!!! I love AO3
Nah nobody wants that, sorry
you should totally do it!! I find ao3 so good especially since i dont even need to think twice and can just paste straight from docs. I used to read there a lot, but i prefer tumblr for the community 🤷♀️ but hey, i found my bestie from ao3 so a win is a win!!
I love the Tumblr community, mostly because I am unsure of how to use ao3:)
Thank you for the input!! I def like the pasting part of ao3, since I write a lot with Docs it is definitely helpful
I think I'm just nervous to put stuff out on a platform I don't know much about/if people would read it there you know? I'm just using this poll to make the decision for me lol
A Question
I have been debating posting my Fic's on AO3 as well as Tumblr, but I just don't know if people would want to read it on AO3 - I myself don't use it all that much, but love the message behind the website...
would anyone actually be interested in me posting on AO3?
Should I?
DO IT!!! I love AO3
Nah nobody wants that, sorry
141 In Our World vs. Us In Theirs
Just thinking about how funny it would be for the 141 to come into our world or one of us to go into theirs, in both senerios meeting a teen or a very young adult.
IF they came to our world they would probably be concerned as to why this smol kid is just, going with the fact that there's 5 people just standing in their living room.
After the whole "we're from somewhere else" gets cleared up the fun begins.
They get to learn about the newer slang, and the increadbly dumb arguments that happen, along with the never ending death jokes?
Like they're used to it from the military but from a 15 year old who seems perfectly fine?? You good bud??
I feel like Simon would be the only one who understands that the death jokes are the only way for them to fully cope with the state of the world.
Oh and don't even get me started on if the kid and their friends are COD fans. I've gotten in to full on arguments about who the best characters are when I was first starting out in the games. Which would result in contests like the Olympics to find out whose the best.
There's so many more jokes that I hear about that leave ME like 0-0 so how would the guys even react.
When it comes down to it they would probably ask and the kids would be like "well after Covid turned the world to hell we just make jokes to make the days brighter"
Which then brings up what Covid was.
HOWEVER
If a kid went to their world, oh my god the chaos. (lets just assume they are from the US - this will make sense in a second)
I did a little study a while back about my friends survival instincts and they are NOT intact.
about 80% of the time, the option that would end up badly (AKA the funny one) is the one that gets chosen.
So put someone like that in a highly classified military operation? Good God shits about to get real.
Of course they can't just be handed off, this thing imprinted on them or something.
141 would probably try to get rid of them because of their line of work, but I guarantee the kid would come back every time until Laswell just gives up and gives them a key card.
Not to mention the references. There's at least 37 different references a day, whether the kid realizes it or not. Most of the time no one knows what they're talking about, but sometimes it sounds vaguely familiar?
I also fully believe that should anything happen to the kid like they got kidnapped or something, while the entire base is scrambling to find them (and probably others like Alejandro, Rudy, and Farah, because any teen from here would 1000000% befriend them), the teen is just scaring the hell out of their kidnappers because this is what they were TAUGHT.
There are literal school safety videos that go out giving teenagers permission to throw desks and anything that they can at shooters if it comes to that. So you can not convince me that this kid would not at least try to make it a living nightmare to anyone who tries to take them.
And if someone like Makarov got them? They would just silently accept their fate, but still fight like hell.
War crimes are 100% committed by them.
Feral War Crime Teen
Not thinking about much other than a Teen!reader who has scared half of the military straight through insanity and sunshine.
They're not even a legal adult in the states and they're more willing to commit war crimes than Canada in WW2 with a bright smile on their face.
Somehow they end up at the front line of every skirmish. Not fighting, just being a lil shit.
This thing has no survival instincts but always makes it out with less than a scratch, giggling about how they managed to weave through the fighting.
Are they a spy?
No.
Are they a member of a terror organization that strikes fear into the hearts of man?
No, but it wouldn't be surprising if they were.
They have simply befriended every higher up's in most of the worlds military, which has resulted in a "if you kill this kid there will probably be a war"
Thinking about how when said teen turns 18 they decide to say F it and join the military and end up with the 141 after 6 months.
The 141 is skeptical because they've heard stories about a kid like her but haven't made the connection yet.
Not until they're on a mission and the enemy starts yelling about how "THE KID'S HERE!! WATCH YOUR FIRE!!!"
Which leads to a very through questioning and finding out that she was in fact the terror on the military for the last 4 years.
Also finding out that she’s not just insane, and was just trying to stop conflict so that it could be "Talked about like real people". Most of the time her "war crimes" never hit people, but got close enough to scare the daylights out of everyone.
Why…
Why did no one warn me about Roach and Ghost in MW2?! I’m over here crying right now😭
Seriously though, I saw that cut scene and once it was done just stood up and left the game… they were two of my favorites:(
At least they’re alive in the other ones right?
Falling and Flying
Part two of The Execption! Sorry it took so long guys, I was working on a different WIP and then writers block slapped me across the face so to cure that I am sitting here with a pile of lemon cookies, MW2 act 2 running, and a gameplay up on the side screen. Multitasking queen over here guys :
TF POV:
The new kid was gone. Not just gone, fully off the radar. No trackers pick her up, none of the team on the ground can spot her, and they've been searching for hours.
"Why would the lass run like that? We weren't gonna hurt her." Johnny pants, having shifted back into his human form at the meet point with the rest of them.
"She's just transferred from the states Soap," Ghost scans the skies, knowing fully well why the kid ran. "If she shifts, she gets shot or worse."
"All I'm saying-"
"Shut it," Gaz points up to the sky. "I think I see her."
Sure enough, a wolf sized, black feathered creature dips just below the cloud coverage, before quickly swooping back up.
"Alright then boys follow her, she's one of us now." Price shifts into his wolf form before bounding off after her, the rest following suit.
Pax POV:
I don't know how much longer I can keep this up. Hell I don't know if I can even keep this up for the next two minutes.
I can still hear the team sprinting beneath me, trying to keep up desperately. So even though my wings ache and there's black surrounding my vision I continue on.
I circle back a few times, switch directions, even stay in one spot for a while, but they always manage to stay right beneath me. Like they're waiting for me to fall. To catch me or to kill me I still don't know, but I don't plan on finding out.
If this is a test from shadow company I definitly failed it. If I land they could send me back to the states with a target on my back. I can't let that happen.
The darkness spreads from the edges of my vision, slowly getting closer.
I have to land soon. I need to.
If I find a large enough tree maybe they won't be able to get up it and get me.
I can't believe I'm even doing this. I can't believe I ran. I should have just taken whatever punishment they were going to give me and gotten it over with...
No, there's no turning back now.
I scan the forest, trying to find a tall enough tree but there's not one in sight.
The darkness seeps in closer, and my wings start to feel heavier. I beat them harder trying to stay in the air, trying to escape the pursuit below me.
My wings finally give out and I plummet towards the ground. Now I can only hope I'll be dead before they can find me.
TF POV:
"Shit." Simon shifts back into his human form skidding to a stop, eyes trained on the sky. From it falls Pax, completely unconscious. They are forced to watch in horror as she plummets towards them with no way of stopping her.
She crashes through the foliage directly above them, slowing her descent, but not before she hits the ground with a thud, back in her human form but fully unconscious.
"Shit- Gaz get med here now!" Price kneels down next to Pax, carefully moving her to check if she's still breathing.
By some grace of God she's still alive.
"Medical will be here in ten minutes." Gaz drops down beside Price, following his suit and looking for the worst of the injuries.
Med arrived in what felt like hours, not minutes. Carefully loading Pax onto a stretcher to bring her back to base. Thankfully they were close to a road.
"Price, she's only been here for two months and we already almost killed her..." Soap stares after the young shifter, worry etching his features.
"I know lad." Price sighs, trying to figure out how to fix this mess.
But for now all they could do now was shift into their forms and follow the vehicle holding their new member.
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The sound of beeping fills my ears, steady and never ending. There's a bright light somewhere overhead that's glaring down on me as I slowly open my eyes.
Everything hurts.
I try to lift my arms but they feel like lead. I feel like there's an elephant sitting on top of me.
What happened?
I glance around the little unfamiliar room my eyes slowly regestiring the shapes of four, no five people.
Soap is asleep in a chair next to where I lay, Gaz sits next to him resting his head on Soaps shoulder. Ghost stands in the corner unmoving, but definitely not asleep, and Price and who I think is Lasswell are talking softly just by the door.
Ghost mutters something and the two stop, looking over at me. Shit, now I remember what happened.
I brace myself for the shouting, the screaming, the threatening raised hands, but none of that comes. They merely pull up two chairs and sit down next to me.
"Hey kid, how're you feeling?" I've never heard Price's voice so soft. Ghost moves over too, choosing a closer corner to watch from.
I don't reply to Price's question, even though every instinct says that I have to, my voice just won't do it. It feels like I swallowed a hundred razor blades.
Soap and Gaz jolt awake at the sound of Price's voice, their eyes drifting over to me. Instantly Soap is grabbing a cup of water while Gaz tries to dim the lights.
"Kid, its alright. You're not in trouble." Price cuts me off when I try to speak to stop them and only a rasp comes out.
"Price why don't I take over." Lasswell finally speaks up. Price nods, motioning the two to stop and sit down. Soap sets the cup of water on the table next to my bed.
"Kid just, answer her questions as best you can okay?" If I could tense up I would. I must definitely be in trouble.
"Pax, I understand that you just transferred from Shadow Company, correct?" I nod. "Okay, and there have been... rumours about the shifters who come out from that specific company."
Oh no, oh no, oh no. I am definitely in trouble. I faintly hear the heart rate monitor pick up a bit. For a second nobody moves, then I feel a gentle pressure on my shoulder.
Soap's resting his hand there, a soft smile on his face.
"You're not in trouble lass. They just want to know what's been going on with the shadows." He thinks for a moment "and if it helps at all, we don't like them either, not after they carried out a hit on us."
They- they did what. I blink at him for a moment, trying to decide if this was real or not. Not that I wouldn't fully expect them to do or try something like this, no that's classic shadow stuff. Just... why wouldn't they tell me before?
They wait a few more moments as the monitor, AKA my heart slows down a bit before Lasswell continues.
"I just need to know a few things." She waits to see if my heart rate will rise, when it doesn't she continues "When you were with the shadows were you allowed to shift?"
I stare at her for a moment, trying to figure out if this is a test or not before carefully shaking my head no. She writes something down.
"Were you punished for shifting?" Another pause, followed by a nod yes.
"What would usually happen?" I have no way of speaking, so I simply stare down at my arms, littered in scars from punishments but made to look self-inflicted. I hear Gaz take a sharp breath in while Lasswell documents this as well.
"Did they ever threaten you with exposure?" I freeze, oh shit they know. They know and they're going to do something about it.
Lasswell see's the panic and holds up a hand "I only meant in america, your kind are perfectly safe here."
I half laugh, half wheeze at that. My kind are never safe anywhere.
Lasswell asks me a few more questions before excusing herself, saying she needed to make some calls.
Soap helps me drink some water before following Gaz out of the door after getting the look (TM) from Price.
"Why don't you get some rest, yeah?" He readjusts the pillows behind me, "Maybe when you're up for it, the boys'll teach you cards." He softly smiles at the eye roll he gets. I know how to play cards, I've just never played with them.
Once he leaves it's just me and Ghost.
Ghost huffs from the corner "Kid, you're with us now. I don't know fully what it was like for you with the shadows, but I'm here if you need someone to listen. Whether you like it or not you're apart of this pack, and we protect our own."
He goes to leave but I make as big of a noise as I can muster.
"could you stay? I... I don't want to be alone." My voice quietly rasps through the air.
He pauses and for a moment I think he's just going to leave. That's what the shadows would do, but then again they wouldn't even be here in the first place.
But then he turns around and takes Johnny's old chair, usings Gaz's as a foot rest.
"I'll stay here as long as you need me kid."
And he does.
And so does Soap
So does Gaz
And so does Price.
One by one, and sometimes together they stay with me. Making sure I'm never alone.
Maybe being on this team won't be as bad as I thought.
WOO! This freaking thing took me WEEKS to write. Don't worry there'll be more parts, but I'm also going to make Mistletoe a few one shots in the background so that I can have something else to work on too:) Please let me know if you want to be tagged! (People who are tagged in this don't need to worry, I keep a list)
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“Why do they call you mistletoe?”
“Because wherever I am there’s usually a missile in tow.”
Charlotte “Mistletoe” Magen has been passed around from team to team like a hot potato.
It’s not that she’s not good enough, she ca disarm any bomb, pick any lock, and knows how to combat most biochemical that’s been used against them (she was a chem nerd in high school), and is a decent hacker.
It has everything to do with the fact that somehow, she has pissed off majority of the world powers by just being “too good at her job”
She would have been called Roach if that wasn’t already taken by Gary.
Every time she does an out of country mission, it always ends with a bombing or attack because the country their in still holds a grudge from that onetime when she was a reckless teenager and hacked into their main system and coded their emergency alert systems to play the pink fluffy unicorn song on loop for 74 hours straight.
Or that other time she accidentally got the access codes to 78% of the world’s nuclear weapons.
Or when she cost Russia a ton of money by launching their reserve missiles into the ocean while in the midst of a Cold War.
The list goes on.
Yeah, let’s just say she’s not loved by many countries, and the missions she goes on usually go haywire somewhere along the line.
Hello:3
If I wanted to per say.... learn how to fight how might I go about that? Looking purely for defensive purposes
also how in gods great glory do I do a pull up those things are HARD-
self defense classes. what else?
... pull ups are hard because ya lift your whole body. just keep trying, i reckon.
What if the only classes near me are about using guns and I want to learn hand to hand
Also does being able to rock climb without using my legs count as doing pull ups? Because I can do that!
CAPTAIN!!!!! CAPTAIN!!!!! VERY IMPORTANT NEWS!!!!
… the cake is a lie
Ok soldier. I am going to do mental evaluations of everyone
THE CAKE IS A LIE - I REPEAT THE CAKE IS A LIE
The Exception
Part Two
The 141 are wolf shifters, and while they might not all be the same breeds, they are still a pack.
The war has been long and hard. People are dropping like flies, and the Shifters are doing the best they can to keep up.
Paxian was never supposed to join the 141. She was never supposed to leave the Shadow Company. They never knew her shifted form. Never knew that she could take to the skies and demolish their opponents with a single glance.
Because that would be saying that they allowed shifters in the army. And that they did not. It certainly didn't help that she was a feathered dragon shifter. No, that just made things worse.
Every time she messed up, she was threatened with exposure. With death.
Even when her back ached from not being in her shifted form, when she could feel the animal inside her getting weaker. She was never to shift. Not once.
The only thing she was allowed to have to remind her who she was, was a single black feather from her shifted form. She kept it twisted into her hair.
Until 141 came along.
She was transferred to them, Shadow Company claiming they did not want her anymore. That they had no use for her.
That hurt more than the transfer.
Authors Note: In this fic, mythical animals are possible for shifter, just incredibly rare, which makes them hunted in the United States, Russia, and Africa.
Paxian knew she was being transferred to a shifter squad. She should be happy. Hell she should be over the moon with joy, finally being able to shift, to fly again.
But something doesn't feel right.
No something must be off. This has to simply be a test from Shadow company. They must be trying to catch her in the act of shifting so that they could finally hand her over.
Pax fiddled with her hands in her lap. Desperately trying not to touch the feather. Not to draw attention to it.
The plane ride was long, and awful. She was allowed to travel alone this time, but being in the air and not being able to feel it is another kind of torture in itself.
The AC on her seat was turned all the way up, but nothing helped. All she could do was sit there and stare out the window, imagining herself out with the clouds.
Her shifter form was small. Maybe the size of a small wolf. But she was fast. She could outpace any flying shifter or machine. That is before she joined the army and shifted in secret.
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The plane landed and I practically ran off it. Now that it's landed that means that I now have to deal with the situation at hand.
"Lass! Over here." A voice rings out from the baggage claim where Pax just grabbed the duffel that holds her life. A man with a Mohawk waves her down. Theres three others with him by the looks of it.
Their names were Johnny (Soap), Simon (Ghost), Kyle (Gaz), and Price if I remember correctly. They were the entirety on the 141, but why were they all here? Usually I just took public transport as close as I could get before walking the rest of the way.
Hesitantly I walk over. These people were wolf shifters, they could sent me for what I am at the drop of a hat. Hiding my scent underneath my clothes and perfume was the best I could do.
She stops in front of them, waiting for the Captain to acknowledge her first. That was the rule in the shadow company. Don't speak unless spoken to.
"Paxian, right?" Gaz addresses her first. "Or do you prefer Pax? I couldn't find a call sign in your file." He sheepishly explains.
"It's whichever you prefer." My answer isn't quiet, but not commanding either. This could very well still be a test to see if I can behave well on my own.
"So you don't have a call sign yet?" Soap jumps on the case. I shake my head no. Soap looks over to the other three with something like elation in his eyes.
"That means we get to make one for you, yeah?" I bite back a sigh. In all reality I did have a call sign, not an official one, but it was still used like one. Pet.
I have no doubt that this one will be something similar to that.
"You can call me whatever you like." I make sure my voice stays even, hiding any form of emotion. I'm so focused on dealing with the questions of Gaz and Soap as they bring me back to the base, I miss the glances between Ghost and Price.
"Pax." Prices voice cuts through the constant chatter of the two in the back seat. They've squished me in the middle of them, so I have questions on both sides. There's no doubt these people are wolf shifters.
"Your file says you're a shifter." There's no question in his tone as the car goes silent. Of course shadow company included that lovely little detail in there.
"You're a shifter? What's your form?" I hold back a glare at Price. I know better to do something that could get me so easily punished. The questions continue from both sides about my animal, which I deflect each time.
I'm vaguely aware of all of them sniffing at the air oh-so-subtly, trying to guess what my form is as I deflect question after question.
Thankfully we arrive at base, and Price has Ghost show me to the quarters, giving me a brief break from all of the questions. He drops me off at my room, which is smack dab in the middle of all of their rooms.
"I'll be back at 18:00 to show you the mess hall." He notices the look on my face. "We all like to eat together here." I simply nod. He looks me up and down one last time, like he's trying to figure me out, before he leaves, shutting the door behind him.
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"Somethings off." Is all Simon says as he steps into Price's office. The others sit in their favorite spots. Johnny's on the couch, Gaz is in a comfy chair, and Price is behind his desk.
Simon sits down in the chair across from Price, angling it so that he can see the rest of his pack.
"Care to elaborate?" Price sets down the paperwork he was working on.
"With the new kid. Somethings off." They wait for him to continue. "None of the stuff she carries has any sort of scent, not to mention she doesn't have a scent."
"Now that you mention it, it is odd that she didn't answer any of the questions about her animal." Soap pipes up.
"Wasn't Shadow company her previous assignment?" Gaz asks softly from the chair. They'd all seen the Shifters that come out of there. Every single one either forgot how to shift, or flat out refused, but none of the 141 had ever met one, or dealt with one personally.
"How do we deal with this Price?" They all turn to look at their captain. While everyone there were Alphas, they still mostly deferred to Price for guidance.
"Like we deal with anything. Watch first, assess how bad it is, and go from there."
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It did not get better. In fact it got worse.
The kid never spoke, she didn't talk much unless answering a question, and no matter what she always put them first. Even when her life was in danger.
The last one wasn't an issue until they were on a mission where all of them got shot, and instead of shifting to get away to get help, she stayed human, and nearly got herself killed getting all of them out of there.
That's how they ended up in this situation.
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To be fair, I had no idea it was going to end up like this. I had just been doing as the Shadow company taught me. I was expendable, and should always put the other team members first.
That was not how the rest of them saw it though.
Now I'm stuck on base with nothing to do. And to make things better? Price wants to have a talk with me and the rest of the squad.
I sit down on the couch of the 141's common room, and Soap and Gaz are instantly on either side of me. Their presence isn't overwhelming so to speak, but every time I move they tense ever so slightly. Like they would try to catch me if I ran.
"We need to talk about the shifting... Issue." Oh! This must be about the others then. I've seen them in their wolf forms so many times over the past two months, even in front of Price. They didn't even try to shift back. Just stared at him.
"Pax." I stiffen at the sound of my name, causing everyone in the room to tense every so slightly. I hadn't shifted once since I've been here... Did I accidentally shift in my sleep?
"Yes?" I make myself smaller on instinct. Usually punishment's aren't as harsh when I make myself small.
"I don't really know how to go about this..." Price rubs the back of his neck, so Ghost jumps in.
"Why have you not shifted once since you got here?" I stare back at him, shocked. "Usually any type of shifter would have been in their form as much as possible to try and get used to the new environment, but you haven't shifted a single time since getting here."
This has to be some kind of test. They want to get to to admit to shifting (even though I never did) so that they can punish me, and if I try to say I didn't then they'll call me a liar and punish me anyways-
"Hey. Kid?" There's a hand on my shoulder, and one on my chest. "Deep breaths okay?" but the words fall on deaf ears.
No no no no no no no- I can't say that I shifted, but I can't take another beating. Not after that last mission.
My breathing gets quicker and quicker. The others must be saying something, and I feel more hands grabbing at me.
the edges of my vision start to go dark, and there's a fuzzy tingling in my hands, like I can't move them anymore.
I have to get out of here I have to get outofhere Ihavetogetoutofhere-
Suddenly I'm up and moving. Moving away from the hands, and away from the loud noises. I'm moving faster than I would normally.
I hear more yelling behind me. Followed by barking and the sound of thumping paws.
I barely register that I've actually shifted before I ram into a door, finally getting access to the outside.
The task force is behind me, I can smell them closing in. And the other people are all staring at me. I have to find a way to safety, I have to-
"Lass!" Soap tumbles out of his shifted form behind me, the others following suit.
All ideas of going back and apologize leave as they look at me. Shocked.
Before any of them get any ideas I launch myself into the sky. The wind feels amazing on my wings, rippling through the feathers.
My ears pick up the sound of vehicles starting, and more shouting. I drift a little higher and hide in the clouds.
I'll be safe up here for a little while.
At least until my wings give out.
Alleyway
What happens when TF141 finds a teen living in an active war zone all on their own? The kid has no intentions of coming with them, but after seeing the conditions they live in, the task force gives them no choice (Includes Alejandro and König)
They were never supposed to see me.
I knew these alley's like the back of my hand. Every puddle, every piece of trash, every dent in the wall. I knew it.
So how did they manage to spot me?
I crouch behind a dumpster clutching my satchel close, ready to run at any moment. It's the last thing I have left from my life before. Before they forgot to extract me and my parents. Before my parents disappeared, telling me to stay out and that they'd be back. Before running became the only thing that kept me alive.
Boots splash in murky puddles 40 feet up the alley, six of them judging by the sound. They move in unison, fanning out and checking all possible areas of attack before moving back to what looks like their leader.
"No sign of anyone here, at least not for the past few days." The one holding a tablet speaks up. Good, I've covered my tracks well. Only good thing about living in an active combat zone for three years is that you learn how to out maneuver both sides.
They start to move again, going further down almost out of sight. I catch a glimpse at one of their patches. TF141. I freeze. These were the same people my parents knew before coming here. I'd never met them myself, but I always heard stories about them.
Panic seizes my chest. If they catch me they'll bring me back. If they bring me back then there's no way for my parents to find me again. I do something stupid. I make my move way to early.
The tallest one is still in sight when I bolt out from behind the dumpster, scaling the fire escape with a clatter and fling myself over the roof.
I hear a noise of surprise before the yelling starts. They yell for me to stop, to put my hands up, to freeze. I just keep moving.
Years of being on my own taught me how to disappear when you didn't want eyes on you, so that's exactly what I do. I zig zag on the roofs, before dropping down into the streets. Careful not to make a sound.
I spend thirty minutes simply running. Switching up my path before they can catch me, and slinking into the maze of alleys before they can see me.
Finally I stop. I haven't heard boots for a while, they must have stopped. Cautiously I make my way back to my camp. An old building that was half destroyed during a bombing.
I lift myself through the shattered window and trudge up the stairs to my hideaway. The sun's started to meet the horizion, and so I settle in. Don't think I'll be getting much sleep tonight.
TF141 POV:
"Shit, come look at this." Gaz holds up his tablet. They've been tracking this mystery figure for the last 30 minutes, before they lost them. Gaz immediately did deep dives into the few security cameras left, trying to get a glimpse of who is could be.
The others gather round, peering into the tablet. On it's screen there's a little camp in what used to be an office building. THe jacket of the runner lays folded on a slab of cement, and the person themselves lay on what looks to be a stack of cardboard.
"Holy shit..." Soaps eyes go wide "It's just a kid." The group stays quiet for a moment while Gaz works out the exact location.
Price watches on his own screen as the kid moves around their little home base, grabbing a blanket, and what looks to be half of an old granola bar before curling up again on the card board.
"Alright, found her. What do you want to do?" Gaz looks to his captain, who looks to be deep in thought.
"We'll bring her back to base, see what we can do from there." He looks around "But there's no way we're leaving her here."
With that they hatch a plan. They don't know who you are, but they sure as hell aren't going to leave a kid stranded here.
Normal POV:
I feel like I'm being watched. I roll over on the sheet of cardboard and sit up, my threadbare hoodie doing little to stop the cold from seeping in.
That's when I hear it. The soft pad of boots on concrete. I can't isolate the exact location of it, which means there's multiple. Then several things happen at once.
There's suddenly two people by the window, one of them is the massive one who saw me earlier, and the other one is smaller, and looks to be Mexican. There's one guy with a ghost mask standing in the doorway, a guy with a really bad Mohawk in the stairway going down, and a guy with a tablet at his wait by the stairs going up.
Every exit blocked.
A man with a goatee joins the masked one in the door way, and cautiously makes his way toward me, like I'm an animal he doesn't want to scare away.
I'm instantly on the defense, picking up a pipe from off the ground and keeping even distance between all of them.
"Hey, hey. Kid, it's okay. We're not going to hurt you." The man with the mustache carefully moves forward with his hands up.
There has to be a way out of this. I glance around, trying to gauge which direction would be the easiest way to get out of here. Unfortunately that's going to be the door with two people in it.
I get so caught up in scanning the room I don't notice the one with the mask sneak up behind me until the weight of the pipe shifts and he's right there.
I react without thinking. I swing at his head, using the pipe to throw his balance off and dash to the door, dodging the mustache mans attempt to grab me.
I do the only thing I know how to. I run.
Living here has taught me one thing. You can't out fight these guys. Sure I learned basic combat and weapons use when my parents first joined, but against these guys? Your safest bet is to get far the fuck away before they decide to go lethal on you.
I almost make it outside the property line before a body crashes into mine, knocking me to the ground with a thud.
I claw at the person behind me, and kick like a wild animal. Nothing works. Their grip is iron clad.
Finally the person stands up. It's the mow hawk one. I try to move away but am stopped. He grips my arm, holding me close to him. I literally can't get away.
"Sorry lass. Captain said you have to come with us." The others start to catch up now. Looking relieved that this one got me.
I try to wiggle my arm out, to no avail. Another one, this ones the masked skull comes up to him and I, looking me up and down. Instinctively I take a step back trying to put distance between me and these people.
"Alright, you got her Soap?" the mustache man calls to the guy- Soap.
"Right here Price." The mexican and the giant come over to us, motion for Soap to let go.
"We've got it from here hermano." Soap briefly lets go of my arm, giving me just enough time to try to dash again.
The giant stops me. His arms crush around me, lifting me off the ground slightly. He doesn't restrict my breathing, just restrains me long enough for his other friend to come over and get a grip on my arm.
"Alright then." Mustache man, aka Price looks at me "Lets get back to the chopper."
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By the time we reach the chopper I made 4 more attempts. Each time worse than the last. I'm getting tires, and they can tell. Yet each time they just grip me tighter and continue to bring me to the helicopter.
They don't understand. I can't leave. I was told to stay here and wait for backup. To wait for retrieval information from this person called Lasswell. So far it hasn't come, but who knows. Maybe it'll come in the next year. What if I'm not here to receive it and-
"Up you go." The giant, who've I'm come to learn is called König sets me into the chopper before getting in himself.
I have one last try to get out of here, I can't waste it.
I wait until we are just about to take off, before making my dash to the door.
I feel my feet leave the ground and can almost taste freedom before two arm latch around my waist and pull me back in. Slamming me into another body who hold me tight. It was Ghost and König.
I watch helplessly as they shut the door, and the light grows darker. Taking my chances of ever going home with it.
