#kortac

[konigsapfelstrudel]

anno domini!izzy design

this is for a call of duty aviation au, but it revolves around kortac (koravi PAFO in this universe) instead. And no, i am NOT coloring the damn logo on her id until i figure out the color palette so that it wouldn't look like dogshit

[variant1316]

I love how SpecGru is like super professional and wtv and then kortac is just like oh yeah we have this korean guy named tiger, this other guy with an extremely funny voice who does not speak with people he doesnt know and he's tall as fuck, and we also haave this irish guy that no one stands and the girls, if you even dare to insult one of them you'll have a gun up your ass for sure and everyone is yelling curses and its like a disfuncional family

[ayasofreakytwo]

My editing is sooooo good right

(Krueger jk I still love you)

[halokitty117]

Chapter One

Price’s POV

This lab was supposed to be easy, a quick take down of about a dozen or less Parasol Lab scientists—maybe a few guards. We didn’t sign up for someone to come through here like a tornado and leave a blood bath. Even the poor receptionist couldn’t make it out of harms way.

“Laswell, do you have anything on what’s going on?” I asked, peeking around the corner and seeing the hall covered in blood splatter, bodies, and shredded clothes.

The left wall was bare save for a couple of windows and the doors on the right side were open and I motioned for the other’s to cautiously go ahead. Ghost first then followed closely by Soap then Gaz. I followed up last and watched as Ghost swept the first room, motioning for the other’s to go on.

“None. Cameras aren’t working. As far as I’m aware, nothing should be out of the ordinary,” she replied. Nothing out of the ordinary. Sure, if the blood covering the walls and bodies weren’t ‘out of the ordinary’ I think I would believe her.

I stopped behind him, peering into the room and sighing, shaking my head as I saw that the monitors were cracked and offline. The system computer station itself looked like it had deep claw marks and… ice?

“Laswell, can you see if they had a hybrid here?”

“You found something?” she asked.

“Claw marks. Deep ones at that. And there’s ice everywhere. I don’t know what we’re dealing with.”

“Hey, Cap, L.T. you may want ta come see what Gaz found.” I turned to look back at Soap, following him into the other room before Soap took up his position at the door to cover us.

“Found something?” I asked, raising a brow as I saw one of the screens flicker. It was in better working condition than the others we’ve seen. Still not great.

“Yeah, seems our ‘mystery’ is a bit solved,” he pointed to the screen and tapped away at the keyboard. “Maybe.”

The screen flickered again and went out before coming back on—showing a girl in a cell. If you could still call her that. She looked sick… and further along than most—any—hybrid we’ve seen. Pale almost sunken skin, purple eyes, black leathery wings, a tail. She seemed skinny. Probably late teens early twenties if I had to guess. She was just sitting on her bed, looking up at the camera then back in front of her. I couldn’t tell if the video was looping or if she was just that bored.

“What happened to ‘er?” I questioned. “Get anything else from the system?”

“No… Just this video.” Gaz shrugged. “Controls are mostly locked out, I could bring this up but that’s it. Seems like this was the last thing the video was on.”

“Think she’s-” Ghost was cut off as a scream echoed throughout the building. We raised our guns to the ready and slunk out of the room and down the hall.

Intel said it was a fairly small square building—inside was more or less a small spiral in a U shape and we already cleared one hall. The door at the end of the hall led to a closet that was empty save for normal supplies you would find in a hospital. The other door on the wall seemed to have lead to the lab and then the other hallway would be several rooms.

I peered into the lab room through the window on the door and saw that the dragon-lady from earlier was in there over one of the scientists. Blood smeared the floors and walls along with what seemed like a thin layer of frost or ice as well. Though now she seemed less pale—less sick. A black smoke seeming to emit from her, too—I doubt that was good. If she was as dangerous as she seemed—I didn’t want there to be any other surprises. I motioned for the three of them to check the hallway and less than twenty seconds later came back all clear.

Glancing back into the room I had to use my hand to remove the frost that covered the window so I could see the girl now just standing in the middle of the room staring blankly at a well. The smoke was barely curling around her now, just from her hands and face. Either that was a good sign or a bad one.

Leaning on the air of caution—bad.

“Don’t spook her, I’d rather not figure out how easily she could mow through us, yeah?” I got a nod from them and opened the door as slowly and quietly as I could, causing her to look over at us. I motioned for them to go around—surround her but keep their distance.

“I- I-” she sniffled, trying to catch her breath. She looked like shit.

Disheveled clothes that had been torn with blood stains over them—I could assume mostly not hers but couldn’t rule it out—and one of her wings had some tears near the bottom of it. Her tail flicked slightly behind her. Scales were slowly shrinking down as the smoke from her eyes started to disappear as she blinked.

I took a cautious step into the room, even from this distance I could tell that her adrenaline was running out and slowly being replaced with panic. Dangerous.

“Easy there…” I started, raising my hands showing I wasn’t trying to be a threat, though I didn’t drop the gun. “Ain’t gonna hurt ya’.”

“They- I-” she breathed heavy and attempted to take a step forward only to fall to her knees, her hands out in front of her to catch her. I held my hands out to stop the other’s from shooting as I saw them raise their guns. Not a threat. Not yet.

“What’s your name?”

“My- my name?” she said blankly, staring at the ground. “E- Elijah..”

“Gotta last name?”

“Rose…” bringing her hand up to her mouth I could tell she definitely was feeling the aftershocks of adrenaline. Or what she had done. Both, probably. Though her panic attack was giving me different ideas.

“You get that Laswell?” I asked.

“Elijah Rose? Price we gotta ping,” Laswell started. “Disappeared just over six months ago, former US military. Discharged for health issues.”

“The hell she doin’ in the UK?” Soap questioned.

“Don’t know, she was spotted near her apartment then at the airport last she was seen. In Washington state.”

“Hmmph.” I hummed and watched as her lunch came back up and then dry heaved. Not much on her stomach and there was blood. I don’t know if it was hers or not. “Think I know why she’s been MIA.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” Gaz mumbled.

“Are- are you g- gonna kill me?” the words came out a strained whimper as she glanced up at me, tears in her eyes. Her look was pathetic—pleading and fearful.

I set my gun aside as I crouched down in front of her. “Like I said, we’re not here to hurt ya’.” I paused for a second, gauging her if she was going to attack and after a moment—I doubted it. Her shoulders dropped and she looked back down at the ground. “How’d you end up here?”

“I- they- needed someone test some drugs—chemicals,” she heaved slightly and her breath came out hard. “I was only supposed to be here for a week.” She sniffled and tears started to run down her face as she let out a sob. Her hands went up, wiping away tears but smearing blood. “I- I can’t go home. I’m a- a monster.”

I frowned slightly. “What’d you do to them?”

“I- I don’t know…” she sniffed. “I- one moment I’m outside the next I’m in here.”

“Sounds like a blackout,” Gaz hummed. “Rage?” I nodded. Could be. Could have been the chemicals if they tested them on her. Who knows at this point.

“Would you go after the people that kept you for six months longer than they agreed on and did this to you?” Ghost questioned.

“Yeah, probably.” Soap replied, a shrug from Gaz.

“Don’t think she’s in a good mental state to answer any more questions,” I glanced to the three of them. “Gaz see what you can find that’s not been destroyed. Ghost you’re on him. Soap help me get her outside.” Glancing down at her I picked my gun up and slung it over my shoulder on my back. “Can you stand?”

She nodded after a moment, standing up slowly on shaking legs. After taking a step she nearly fell and I reached out to steady her, helping as I needed to get her outside and then to a bench just to the right of the door.

“Easy, lass,” Soap frowned and looked back up to me. “We gonna take her back?”

“Have to. Can’t leave her like this nor leave her here. May have intel too.”

Minutes ticked by and the two of us looked around while we waited on Ghost and Gaz with information and for Roach to show up with the truck. This place a bit out of the way from the city—just far enough away we could walk here without being spotted, then back out and getting to the extraction point… but with Elijah here and the whole place dead inside? Their security system was disabled before we even made our way in, so we didn’t have to worry about backup either. At least that was the theory anyways, as to why no one had showed up when she started killing.

It was that or when she started killing it sounded an alarm and they already sent all their backup they were willing to send. Or maybe they were on their way and we were sitting ducks.

“This yours?” Soap asked, picking up a purse from behind the bench. Elijah looked up and nodded, taking the purse and practically clinging to it.

“Surprised they even let you keep it.”

“Me too..” she sniffled. “Even charged my phone but sent me on my way with medical debt and three hundred bucks.”

“Yeesh. Why even give you that much if they gave you debt?” Soap asked it to no one in particular and she just shrugged. “How much?”

“It’s American healthcare, may as well just killed me. It’d still be expensive but at least it’s cheaper than medical debt.”

It wasn’t long before Ghost and Gaz were done—not much but enough information on what Parasol was doing. To her, at least. Then a moment later Roach was driving up to the lab. Gaz went up to the front with Roach while the rest of us piled into the back. Ghost and Gaz across from each other, then me and Elijah. She gripped the seat between her legs so hard I thought she might puncture the metal with her claws.

And the drive back was silent save for a few things said between Laswell and I. The two hour drive seemed much longer than it should’ve been.

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“She doing okay?” Laswell asked, glancing into the room behind me.

“Could say that,” I frown slightly looking into the medical bay. She’s been in there for three weeks while medics look her over—trying to see if anything was reversible… The files on her had it listed as a ‘vampire’ and ‘dragon’ hybrid. Possibly something else—they weren’t sure and apparently didn’t care enough to find out. Or maybe thought she was a lost cause, the files were corrupted.

“Tell her about the medical debt being wiped?”

“Yeah. Think she’s just been trying to come to terms with everything—figure out herself what happened in the labs.”

“Price, you and I both know what had happened. We saw the footage.”

“Something tells me that she didn’t have any say over her actions,” I shrug. Looked more like mindless killing than actually being aware. “You saw how she was before and after—docile, shaken. During it? A rage I’ve not seen in a long time. Only understandable she’d go off after everything, the chemicals didn’t help her case.”

She paused. “I guess.”

“We keeping her around?” Ghost’s voice cut through the air as he stepped beside us.

“Don’t know yet. Heard some rumors though.”

“KorTac?” Laswell asked. I nodded.

“If they do what they’re saying, she’d be better off there than here.”

“Hybrid’s only? You really think that place is better for her. It’s a PMC, she-”

“Her vitals are fine. Healthy as a mule right now.”

Ghost raised a brow. “Wasn’t she discharged?”

“Yeah, but getting all those altercations?” Laswell glanced over to her through the glass. “The chemicals she got at least did help her health issues. They weren’t major to begin with—asthma, insomnia, mild chronic pain.”

“You think she’s good for the field?”

“Her physical came back. Waiting for her psych eval. May end up like Roach and barely talk.”

Roach was a… curious case. Talking when he deemed it necessary versus talking like the three of us. His file said he had some trauma in childhood—nothing too major to warrant a second glance at, but enough that he was a selective mute. He talked on his terms. Damn bloody good soldier, though. Not once did I think he was weak or 'sub-par' just because of it like how some other's thought.

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I stepped off the truck, my hand on Elijah’s shoulder to keep her steady for a moment then walked beside her into the base. I had contacted them about Elijah’s circumstances, Laswell upping her rank just a little since they were only accepting Specialist rank and above so it was just one level—but they seemed eager enough to have her join.

Walking inside, I already saw their unit leader—he was pretty hard to miss considering he towered over everyone in the room. Apparently even before the mutation.“König.”

Turning, he tilted his head a bit before excusing himself from the receptionist and walking over. “Good timing. I was just getting our other recruit introduced. You must be Elijah?”

She nodded and kept her head down.

“You get my file?”

“Ja,” he nodded and turned his attention to her. “We have a dragon and a vampire here already. They can help you hone your skills—just. Be a little cautious of Nikto. He is… harsh.”

“She’ll be fine. Psych eval and physical both passed with flying colors.”

“The mute part is what worries me.”

“She’ll be fine. Had some drills to get her used to military life again—pretty good at it. Follows order well enough. Replies when she needs too, shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Ah. We will see.”

König’s POV

Elijah was… a curious case that Price had brought to my attention. Stuck in Parasol Lab testing two and a half months before they sent missiles out to a handful of large cities. It was lucky when Price and his team were sent when they did. I don’t doubt she wouldn’t have turned into someone that would be threatening to anyone—she had the demeanor of someone who was… docile before it happened. Trauma didn’t strip who you were away, just made you smaller. And a previous record in military meant she had at least some restrain. I’d be more worried if she was discharged for something other than health conditions.

However, the health conditions disappearing wasn’t a concern of mine. I would rather have her be in healthier shape. And if her hybrid parts gave her that? Good. It was being in the labs for another four and a half months after? That’s what concerned me.

There was no need to continue testing if they had already had the information they needed. So why continue testing? And if they didn’t have the information that they needed, why let her go? She was already classed as a missing person—moved across the ocean as well. Human trafficking, perhaps?

A deal gone bad so they released her when they had no more use for her? Maybe they realized she had no more use to them. But why let her go? At that point you would think they would have just tried to kill and dump her body.

Something about her wasn’t adding up. I would have to keep my eye on her and pull some strings to get the information I wanted.

[dexismzs]

since price is against ghost and gaz and allying with valeria, does that mean he's now kortac???

bro fr went "switching sides" and dropped specgru

[ayasofreakytwo]

does this even look like a military gear💔 Btw Vivien is finally back!!! and she's half French now 🇫🇷

[de-vee-l]

God damn my brain is fucked up beyond belief

Now I'm thinking Call of Duty fanfic where these guys raid some shady facility that's researching and experimenting on "ghosts". And from what info they could get they know that they must find and secure their highest priority captive.

Turns out it was this 8 y/o looking menace to society

Even funnier if she's unconscious by the time they find her and being a ghost she doesn't have a pulse so they assume she's dead. But just leaving the body there doesn't feel right because they at least must identify her and let her family know. Everyone is overridden with guilt over failing to protect a single child from those psychos. Cue next night on the base where they see a pair of eerie glowing eyes in the dark

^ kinda like this

Dani: "Hey, do you know where the kitchen is? I wanted to get a glass of water"

[ayasofreakytwo]

Some of us miss you mother.

(Edit: I forgot to add miss)