I was tagged by @sergeiravenov & @eccentrcks !! I'm aware it isn't that day but since I've been busy, I chose this day to post. I wanted to introduce yall to my OC, Sila Myrak (formerly) - Pre-Cold War / Sila Solovyova (currently by Ravenov) - during and Post-Cold War ! She's a treasured character whom I've had since Black Ops 2.
Tagging: @gayaethernaut @paradamaxima @wastelanderscola @alexxmason and anyone who would love to share, feel free! Loving all the pieces I've been seeing thus far!
Sila x Sergei (Post-Firebase Z - Sila arrived with Samantha from the Dark Aether)
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀"I must know why Samantha values you."
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀"What? You fear that I become a liability?"
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀"We both know you might be. But there is no shame in that."
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀Sila glared at Sergei from across the table. Her arms are crossed across her chest defensively. He raised a hand to speak his mind with permission. Sila gave a frustrated sigh. "I must know. Only I can keep you safe and... partially only because I promised Maxis. I will do my job to protect you. But Sila," he leaned forward on his elbows, trying to emit understanding. "I must know."
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀She looks away, eyebrows frowning as she bites at her lower lip, "she's... my only friend. The only family."
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀Ravenov leans back quietly, gazing at Sila more of a curious look, with maybe, slight compassion.
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀"So holding high regards to one another. It's mutual, yes?"
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀"Try living in the Dark Aether."
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀"No one comes back alive."
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀Sila settles him with a steel gaze. "We did."
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀"You did. I admit that it baffles me. If Omega receive word of this, if they know I kept you here–"
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀"I don't have any records. I don't exist."
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀"Which would be further means to extract more out of you."
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀"So," Sila leans forward, placing her foot down. "Help me. Let me make my stamp in this world."
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀It's silence. The two just staring at one another, Ravenov having an unreadable expression and Sila with desperation.
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀"When?" She asks as he gets up to stand in the hallway.
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀"Show me your close combat."
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀"Experience in close combat. Real person to person."
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀No words exchanged for a few moments, Sergei stood up, his head tilted.
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀"Don't break anything."
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀Making space in the little room that Ravenov could make enough for hand-to-hand combact, he witnessed how Sila's coordination was rather... lacking, as simply as he could say.
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀For better detail, she swung her arms to latch onto his shoulders, or well... she tried to before Sergei intercepted with ease. There was a resounding strength in her arms, easily yanking them away from the Soviet's grip before trying again. Once again: intercepted with his hands gripping her wrists to restrain her and immobilize her arms.
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀Sila noted the distance between them, something that triggered a strange, overwhelming feeling. It was largely negative - her mind resorting to the need to push him away and kick. But there was also noting zero hostility from the Russian himself.
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀"Never fought actual person, niet?"
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀Sila slowly shook her head. Her muscles relaxed and Sergei let her go.
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀"We put the undead aside then. Now. Follow my movements closely."
Sila's Audio (a series I'm thinking of making!)
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀Slightly static. An anguished cry as metal objects clanked to the floor, "𝘸-...𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵?!" She rasped. Sila's labored breaths were heard, "what... did you do to me!?" Her bare body slumped to the cold surface of the floor. "Get away from me! 𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩–"
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀A door was heard swinging open before swinging back shut. "Now, now, liebling Calm down–"
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀"Richtofen!" Sila spat out. "You 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙡! What did you do to me!?" Her voice wavered as she yelled.
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀"Bring her up to the table. Strap her in.
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀"𝘖𝘧𝘧! Off–! Hands off... 𝘮𝘦! 𝙉𝙤!" She was finally sat on the table, leathered straps holding her writhing body in place. All fell silent as she tried to regain her breath, but soon the sounds leaving her were akin to growls that resembled more to weakened whining.
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀"Hush now... oh... look at you. Look at what I 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥– uh uh! No biting. Don't make me lock your head too."
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀"𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶." She snarled.
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀"Tsk tsk. You..." Richtofen started. "Are at 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘺 now. A successful experiment. One of my 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩 achievements and one that will ensure Maxis' failure in implementing 115 in... the right way. Oh! Look at 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 you are!"
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀"Rest assured, Sila. You are my trophy. You are mine. I will parade you down the Reichstag if I must. Serving as a sole purpose to pushing the production of Element 115 further than Maxis ever foretold!"
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀"You stole my only means of 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯! I... I am 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 now..."
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀"You... are 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 than so, Sila. Your former draconic body is now... 𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵. It will be so long as this human body 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨."
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀Sila's breathless for a few moments. Richtofen could be heard giggling. Shouts followed, Sila's voice rising in incoherent curses of what her mind could come up with in English and German. "Sedate her."
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀Her shouts began to die down, body fell limp.
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀Richtofen's low, taunting voice spoke, "exciting times head, Sila. Exciting times ahead. 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶, Maxis." A dramatic sigh. The tape cut.
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